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Dear Apple

My phone wasn’t happy today. I got the white screen of death. I was scared, so I hid under my bed for awhile. Then, since I couldn’t really fit, and my head hurt from the bed resting on it, I got out from under it and went down to the apple store. I put my best sad hangdog face on, started crying and by the time they called my name I gad sniffly, gulping for air, runny nose syndrome. The nice fellow took my phone, said the screen had gone bad, fixed it and sent me on my way.

I love you Apple.