My darling

On my way back from Andél Apple Center after buying a mouse, I kept getting phonecalls from someone named Darling Muj. 

It was odd and disconcerting to be getting a call from someone I hadn’t even entered into my contacts list. Every time I go into Emporio, my Bluetooth-enabled phone is always beeping at me to accept pictures of people’s cats and unidentified MP3s. I thought, "Could someone have Bluetoothed me their contact info . . .

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