Memory Chip Not Needed

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The day my parents gave me my very own Princess phone, I was in heaven. It wasn’t even my own private number, but the same one shared with my sister. The long extension cord enabled me to move around my room. But that was as far as I could go with it. I couldn’t go into into the kitchen. Or into the backyard. Or to my car. And I certainly could not take it to the mall.