We all need to get home and get back in the bed, I was thinking as I put my hand in my pocket to feel for my cell phone. Maybe I'll call Stan and find out how things are on that side of town.
That's funny, my phone feels so warm, I thought as I opened it quickly, then suddenly a quick little shock and a spark and it was over--the phone was dead--a blank motorola face stared at me. What...is happening...?
Stopping back by my room I picked up my phone----static sound---there must be an electrical surge of some sort. I'm heading home.
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