Lately our base has been plagued with smart-phone snatching, so of course when I realized I had left my phone somewhere for at least two hours, I panicked.
After careful thought, I retraced my steps from the entire afternoon and found my phone, exactly where I left it.
On the shelf. At the library.
Apparently these hooligans don't read Dickens.
1 comments:
This story is so Reader Rabbit!
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