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For about a half an hour today I was sure I had lost my mobile phone.

Well, for the first ten minutes, uncertain, then sure it was gone.

How could this happen?

What will I do.

My mind abandoned the search for finding all the trouble I would be in if it were lost.

Missed calls, coming and going, all those fucking phone numbers stored in it (and nowhere else) and, of course, the cost and inconvenience of going to ATT to get a new phone.

It is not an expensive phone as phones go. It is the bare minimum. Maybe not the cheapest but almost. It has no features. Not even a shitty camera.

And that is fine with me. If I have the phone. But if I do not, trouble city.

Well, after half an hour of running about, it turned up. Right next to the driver's seat, down in that tight little space between seats, where it fell out of my pocket.

I must remember to look there first. But I think the same thing happened before and in the same place but that did not register when the phone was "lost".

I do not like the dependency of this.

I do need the phone, as everyone does, for the basics. A few people who call me and I call them. Family. Messages.

Nothing big.

Until it disappeared down the seat crack.

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