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"What's your phone number?" he asked.   Suddenly, the memory of my new outgoing voicemail message rang in my ears.   Berry and I are on vacation. When I get back I will return your call.   Oh.   DAMNIT. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.   I had never set up my phone for international calls.   "I don't have a phone,"  I could barely whisper. -------- Want more? Click here .