what's under my hand?
It's my iPhone. To you, it might look just like an old beaten up ancient cell phone, but I assure you that it is not. It is my very own iPhone. 
My mom has an iPhone. My dad had an iPhone, that was until last Sunday when Reesing decided to give it a bath in Dr. Pepper. I'm sure Dad will have an iPhone again sometime soon. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I found my own iPhone. 
I am sure to keep it charged and ready for whenever I need to TCB!
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