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I end the call and toss the phone into the passenger seat. On one hand, it’s weird not having my own phone. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve reached for the phone, forgetting it wasn’t mine. But on the other hand, I might be tempted to check social media if I had all my accounts at my fingertips. I don’t know what people are saying about me and my wedding, and I don’t want to know