One hot-pink plastic cell phone. Heart on the cover. Rings when opened. Had been covertly dropped in my purse. Suspect's name: Olive. Could have been her friend, though. She had the shifty eyes.
Olive, if you're reading this, (and I will be SO impressed if you are) I have your phone. Call to coordinate exchange. Will accept hug as payment.
Olive, if it isn't yours, pass this message along to your friends. You know who they are. They're the cute ones who hold me hostage for two hours each Sunday.
Hug as payment still applies.
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