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Personal Narrative: Sim Cards
You, Anthony and I were in the cafeteria playing on our Ipads. Anthony took your phone off the table and handed it to me under the table. You saw it and took it back. Then Anthony made a gesture and it looked like he wanted me to grab it( I had no intentions of stealing it). so I did grab it and went to the locker room. I found a paper clip on the floor and picked it up and took the sim card out just in case it rang and I got a Jug. as I was going to put the sim card in the back of the case I saw you and Anthony and I got scared because Anthony popped up out of nowhere and I dropped the sim card. when you went back to the cafeteria you turned on the phone and it said "no service" so you checked the side of it (where the sim card slot is)
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