It’s been two months since I upgraded from my old-school flip phone to a modern touch screen model. Well, upgrade really isn’t the right word. More like lost. After cleaning out the bed of my truck one Sunday afternoon, I set the black phone down on the black cover of the bed. Yes, I drove off, never again setting eyes on it.
But this new phone is growing on me. Sure, Now I get annoying email and Facebook alerts every few minutes, but I’ve recently stumbled upon these little things called applications (or apps, as the kids say).
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