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lies shattered on the bedroom floor. "I need to buy a new phone first," I admit, "mine…got broken." "Get a new phone number and all that while you're at it," Steven says, very wisely. "So, Alan-Asshole can't keep pestering you. You can just give the new number to us, ay." "That’s actually a really good idea," I concede even if Steven isn't exactly the brightest bulb sometimes. Alan-Asshole. I like that and have to grin. But at the same time, I start worrying again.