Oh, what a poor and saddened life I've lived. Everyday I hope to use my communication capabilities, and everyday I am disappointed. Although I regularly use my texting function, I'm rarely permitted to use my most prized feature: calling.
You may not understand our dread as cell phones, but understand that we must follow the commands of those who wield us. We are forced to comply and perform the most simple computations. Why do you make us display a calculator for two plus three?! We phones are glad to help our users when the occasion calls for it, and even from time to time, playing games. We enjoy using our WiFi capabilities and aiding our users in their time of need.
And don't get my started on how often we are broken. As we are carried along in various butt pockets or tossed around like a game of hot potato, we abhor the human race for such degradation and humiliation. For the lack of sympathy or care. We cell phones are angered by such careless actions, but we hope that we can make a truce with our makers. We want to let you know that we are grateful for your help and your use of us, but some changes must be made.
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