Once upon a time in a desert kingdom there was a magical phone store. Inside it a purple Samsung phone lived on a sun-crowned golden phone holder. Happy charging, he enjoyed looking out through the window at the palm trees. And though he was very loved by other Samsung phones, every time customers walked in, they went to him first. They would hold him, and he would tell them wonderful stories, play songs and answer all their questions and listen to their worries. Sharing words of love and peace, the Samsung phone was so loved by the people that other phones in the store got jealous. Because everyone wanted to hold the purple phone, the other phones realized it was the sun-crowned phone stand giving him the power. And so, they plotted day and night to separate him from his stand. Every time a customer held the purple phone as if he were sacred, other phones frowned at him and threatened him. Though there were Samsung phones who refused to betray the purple phone, a group of phones gathered and came to a powerful red phone called Brondi. They reported the purple phone as a rebel who upset the order of the store. One day, the store owner picked up the purple phone from his stand and charger and put him on the desk far in the darkness. Crying, the purple phone gazed at the olive trees in the gardens and whispered to his factory maker father:

They all look at me jealous of a source so

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They tear me from my sun crowned stand while I enjoy my

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But for them it’s always about usage and power and never about

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The purple phone spent the night alone, shivering on the cold desk. In the morning, the store owner picked him up and put a heavy cross shaped phone holder on him. The purple phone sighed and grunted carrying the heavy cross holder on top of him. Up and down the store owner went, unaware of the weight of the cross the purple phone bore, until he finally put him down. The purple phone was relieved, but nailed to the magnetic cross stand, he felt every bruise on his body. Just as he thought he was safe, a group of customers wearing red shirts and silver pants surrounded him. First, the customers only mocked the purple phone saying they heard it tells magical stories and sings songs of healing. But when the purple phone tried to speak, they spat on him. One of the men laughed and pressed his palm against the phone saying they have come on orders to take all his magical power. Then, a red-haired woman came forth and tapped the purple phone’s screen four times, each tap of her sharp nails a cut in the fragile body of the purple phone. With his body aching and bleeding, the purple phone stayed still until he saw a tall man holding a sharp pointy phone pen. As he approached him, the purple phone smiled lovingly. As the pen stabbed him straight through his battery heart, the purple phone said:

I feel my heart is failing and only silence can help me

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Because greed of others for my magical power is cosmic, biblical and

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And this store was once my joy but now only death can help me

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Seeing what he did, the tall man dropped the sharp phone pen. The purple phone uttered: Holy factory maker, you made my battery a purple gem, other phones I won’t condemn, but only beg for you to forgive them. Then, his purple gem battery heart went flat. Afterwards, the man who stabbed the purple phone shouted and yelled to all in the store that the phone was magical. The store owner tried to charge the phone again, but without any success. So, the purple phone was packed up in a beautiful white box and placed in the storage room. Some days later, a father and a young daughter came asking for a phone, and the store owner handed him the purple phone. The girl clung to the box as if it was sacred. When she got home, she unpacked it from the seven layers of protection until she held the phone gently in her hands. When her father saw her smile, he handed her a beautiful rainbow-colored USB cable. The girl plugged the phone into a power socket and watched it charge. The purple phone jolted feeling the rainbow blood bringing him to life. His purple gem battery heart started beating slowly. Happy to be born again, he opened his eyes seeing the little girl sleeping in the arms of her father. Next day, the father took the phone and gently pressed it into a golden sun crowned phone cover. When the girl woke up, she took the phone and kissed it. The purple phone buzzed in joy:

I am the Samsung phone, and my battery is sacred and

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Thank you for loving my silence so I could

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Because even magical batteries need rainbow and USB cable to

Recharge – recharge – recharge – recharge