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My hand felt under that hand. It should be my phone. I was going to get it.

With a little pressure on his hand, he pressed the power button on the side and his phone lit up.

No, there was indeed a hand on my cell phone, and that hand was broken.

There was only one hand on the phone.

Whose hand is this? I looked at it. That hand, no matter how I looked at it, looked like mine. That's right