Here's my telephone number.

My phone number is 789.

My cell went off.

I'm charging my phone.

I need to charge my cell phone.

I have to charge my mobile phone.

She always forgets my telephone number.

I have the keyboard of berber on my phone.

I have the keyboard of berber on my phone.

I have the keyboard of berber on my phone.

I have the keyboard of berber on my phone.

Have you seen my cell phone? It's on the table.

This caused a storm on Côte d Ivoire's social media.

I've lost my ticket.

I've lost my bag.

She lost her purse.

I lost consciousness.

I have lost my wallet.

I took my phone and turned on the GPS.

She lost her handbag.

I lost my trust in him.

I lost my trust in him.

She's lost her car keys.

I got mad.

The gum has lost its taste.

Are you losing your head?

Layla lost her life.

Layla blacked out.

Tracy lost her glasses.

Now, I travel a lot, and I change cell phones a lot, and the one person who always gets updated on all my cell phones and pagers and everything else is Jill, because I really don't want to miss the call.

My strength is all gone.

Has America Lost its Mojo?

Along the way, she lost a shoe.

Unfortunately, that letter is lost.

In 1928, she lost her husband.

I lost my spleen, my kidneys, the hearing in my left ear and both of my legs below the knee.

So it's really just a matter of my phone clicking a couple of clicks, send, and then it's done.

The Commission on Human Rights has lost its ability to act effectively on behalf of victims, and thus its credibility.

I lost my right arm, but I'm a lefty.

I have lost all respect for you.

I've lost all respect for you.

I lost my wife in a traffic accident.

I lost my wife in a traffic accident.

She lost her father at sea.

Layla lost a lot of blood.