
One, two, three, four, five.
Five people whose phone numbers are cemented to memory.
It's rare these days—anyone remembering anything, let alone a phone number. Smartphones have relieved us of that.
My five memorized numbers are of the closest people to me, minus one. Sorry, not sorry, baby daddy lol.
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After years of trying to convert my mom to an iPhone, she finally relented. Alas, no more static, dropped calls, or missed words from her going in and out.
The transition from her current carrier to TMobile was a nightmare, to say the least. We got it done though.
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