Voon's passport turned up in the mail.
Deb's necklace was in her basket of... ahem.
it's been a week since i last saw my phone. i miss it. i miss the liberal feeling of just sending txts without a 2nd thought...
i've been checking the postbox everyday. i just cleared my laundry. no phone in mail. no phone in basket. Castle's technician would know my face by now and OUSA reception might have gotten sick of me...
maybe I should look for my phone in a telecom shop? perhaps it wanted an extreme makeover...
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