My Bud
If I were stranded on a deserted island my phone is what I need.
It is my bud my stress relief.
My phone keeps me connected to my friends,updates me on my appointments, entertains
me, and keeps me informed.
The downloaded tunes would keep me entertained and my mobile charger will help keep me going.
It's face would reflect the sun so I would have fire for warmth for those chilly nights.
My phone my bud.
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