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After kissing your girlfriend goodnight, you quietly tiptoe downstairs. The iPhone 6 is coming out tomorrow and there’s no way in hell you’re missing the biggest release of the year ever.

You grab your jacket, not even thinking to take a blanket with you — that’s how excited you are. Once you’re standing in front of the Apple store, which holds your coveted product, you realize you’re the first one there. Heck yeah! You get cozy (or as cozy as one can get) on the sidewalk because in a few hours the world’s greatest piece of technology will be in your hands — before anyone else.

The sun peeks over the horizon. The big day is here. IT’S GONNA BE THE BEST DAY EVER! At long last, you’re in the store. YOU CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE IN THE STORE. In an endorphins-induced daze you grab a white iPhone box, swipe your credit card and slowly walk out with your iPhone, trying to fully fathom what you are hold in your hands. “Is this really happening?” you wonder. IT SURE IS! you re-assure yourself.

And then, there they are, the people with their cameras flashing. You’re the star. The man (with the phone) of the hour. They want you to open your box on live TV. Unreal. You mentally pinch yourself, asking if this is really happening, but you’re still in awe of the white box resting in your hands. It really is beautiful. Carefully, you open the lid. There it is, in all its glory (are those rays emanating from it?). Now you just have to wiggle it out. Wiggle. Wiggle. It won’t budge — Wait, wait a minute… OH. Sh#*%#!t.

You dropped it. You seriously dropped your brand spanking new iPhone 6 smack down on to the sidewalk.

IN FRONT OF THE WORLD.

Oh god. Everything is passing by in slow motion now. You hear a scream that will haunt you in your dreams for years to come. You quickly pick it up. “It’s…It’s OK,” you say. The words sound hollow. “See, no scratches.” You’re lying, but they don’t have to know that.

It’s time to move away from the cameras. Before anyone has time to ask you any questions you slip away from sight. Taking the long way home is your only option as you hang your head in shame. It’ll be okay, you re-assume yourself. It’s just a phone. It’s just a phone.

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