Last Words

I feel the my time is coming to its end. My bones are not as sturdy as they were. My inner parts don’t make the right electrical connections. My my best friend C likes me alright, but I know he’s thinking about trading me in already. When people try to contact me, sometimes I isolate myself and refuse to receive their signals. Other times, their messages will come through, but never for me. I deviously put a wrench in communications between C and his girlfriend by disordering the messages and delaying their delivery.
I think this is my dying wish…that I be remembered for the convenience of my apps. But next time, get find something different when you replace me. You deserve better.

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