27 May 2012
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit where is it? The man rummaged around, desperately upturning his already upturned room.
I had it just a second ago. It was in my hand, comeoncomeoncomeon I haven't got much time.
Underwear, socks, tissues were all flung into the air by the human tornado, until suddenly the turmoil ended.
The man slowly lowered his hands to his pocket and grasped.
Of course.
He was more relieved than frustrated that he found it. In a flash, he shot the iPhone out of his pocket and ran into the bathroom.
From behind the door came the clunk of a toilet seat and a relieved sigh, followed by the peculiar but unmistakeable sound of a muffled "meow".
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