Mya (don't Read Needs Work)
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My car, the only one left started to appear in the distance.
Suddenly, I heard a second pair of footsteps, behind me, walking the same pace as me.
My hair went on edge, my arms pickled with goosebumps, my skirt and blouse clinged to me like glue.
Swet flooded my face.
So I quickened my pace towards my car, checking all my pockets for my phone -
I inhaled a sharply.
I. FORGOT. MY. PHONE
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