He lived a good, fulfilling life. This phone had been with me through it all. He survived a number of tragedies. Like being run over by a vehicle (by a male cheerleader, no less) and withstanding my tantrums that consisted of some imperative 'phone throwing.'
It is time for me to move on, to a much newer, nicer phone ( thank you, Santa) and say a final goodbye to my beloved little blacky. Momma loves you.
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