One year later, and a new outfit consisting of horizontal stripes. Here the photographer has opted to tap into my bright future as a telemarketer. If I remember that toy phone correctly, it was a rotary. I was no fool, of course; I knew, deep down, that I was holding onto a facsimile of a communication technology that would one day be transformed by a global network of sattelites beaming down cellular signals so people could type out such inane texts as "IDK, my BFF, Jill? LOL!" I knew all this, but I was just being nice to the photographer. Poor fool.
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