[|]It was almost time for my residential building to be locked up for the night and I was still out, finding jobs to get hired at. I had a few months left before the first year would end and I needed enough money to pay for a place to sleep before finding out a way to pay for my fees. "Sorry, we don't have any vacancies available," the cashier said and with a dejected sigh, I left the restaurant and started walking home.Out of habit, I took out my phone from my fanny pack only to remember that the phone I held wasn't mine. I stared at the device with a pout and turned it on. After a minute, the phone powered on, and I stared at the locked screen when notifications started rushing in. Texts, emails, and group chat messages filled the screen and I felt guilty when I realized that some important things could be on the phone. I swiped over the screen and it demanded a password, which I ignored and clicked the emergency section. I saw two very unfamiliar emergency numbers and felt temp
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