For the few horrid days I was returned to being among the wretched iPhone-less. Fortunately, my old Treo took me back with open arms like an old lover still pining for my return. Oh sure, we both knew it'd only be for a few days, but we didn't want to talk about that.

He rolled out all his old tricks, "Remember how much you liked to play backgammon and solitaire with my stylus? That other guy can't give you Vindigo like I can."
"Oh you're so cute, Treo. And you never change. I've missed your maps on local storage that don't require a cell signal and work underground. But I just don't have the heart to tell you that your stylus is awkward, your stamina isn't what it used to be, your age is showing and I've moved on to much better games like Bubble Bash and Spore. Let's just pretend like it's old times again for this little while."
"Of course, I'll have to break your heart again when my new lover comes back to town. You understand, don't you? You still make a great alarm clock. Being on my nightstand is better than being in a drawer with my old Sony Ericsson so I don't wanna hear any whining. I'm sorry. That was cruel, wasn't it?"
"We had great times together, you and me, baby. I'll always remember you fondly. It's just I've moved on. Please don't hate me for falling out of love with you. These things just happen."
"What? No. I love your stylus. Really. Why would you ask that?"
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