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The expensive kiss goodnight
To say that I’m going through somewhat of a romantic dry spell would be an understatement. But just when I had come to terms with 2008 being the year of living chastely, I recently—and unintentionally—ran into an ex-boyfriend while on vacation in New York. Long story short, the night ended with him and me steaming up the windows in the back of a cab. It wasn’t until long after the taxi pulled away that I realized my beloved, tampon-like Samsung Juke phone was no longer in my front pocket.
I couldn’t help but become attached to Tony—my cell phone, not my ex-boyfriend. He made people laugh at parties, helped me stay in touch with my friends and family, listened to everything I had to say with minimal obnoxious feedback. We had some good times together, and replacing him would be impossible…that is, until I purchased the exact same brand and model as soon as I arrived back in L.A. It may have cost me $200 plus cab fare, but it was money well spent in exchange for New York City’s version of seven minutes in heaven. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a kiss is worth at least a Samsung phone.
—Marcos Luevanos
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