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"Damn it, I've had it with you!" Celeste screamed. "You're never there when I need you. I can't take anymore!"
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I really don't see this working out. You don't do me any good at all. You're completely unreliable. Despite the fact that you never work, I still hold out hope that you'll come through for me in the end. But no! Whenever I really need you..." Celeste sighed. What good did it do to bitch? Nothing she said was going to change anything. Sometimes, you just had to know when to let go, to move on. Something better will always come along, right? "It was fun while it lasted," she said softly. "But, I'm moving on. I've heard that Nokia has some great new models. Video and music and everything. You're just out of date." Smiling, she threw her old cell phone in the trash and headed for the local Radio Shack. Written for:
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