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Cellphones hate me. The year before last one jumped out of my pocket and later was found by Brooklyn Police and returned to me. Last summer one vanished during my late night walk on the beach in SC. Last weekend one refused to get off the Washington DC train with me in Penn Station and went to Boston on it's own. However, it was seized and captured there by Amtrak people and I am getting it back tomorrow. Something tells me that the evil device wanted to cross the border and flee to Canada.