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The love of a memory stick
Serial Number 181087363 watched as his friend was carried away on the shoulders of the cheering crowd and reflected on everything that had brought the two of them this far. They were two SanDisk Memory Stick Pros in the prime of their lives, both of them flash memory including MagicGate. Childhood friends, they had felt like outcasts in a school where the rich Compact Flash and Secure Digital types were a tight elitist knot. The big bowling triathlon had been their chance to get even.
They stuck together, these two SanDisk Memory Stick Pros, even when they were first thrown into the garbage that soiled their lovely blue shell, even when that van full of strippers tricked them into going twenty miles away from town, even when the old janitor who used to swim, shoot and bowl for the military offered to teach them through a series of montages that almost filled their 512 MB of flash memory to the fullest. And they had done it, just the two of them together, but now Serial Number 181087363 was the one who was going to go without the bowling trophy and the cheers. Still, Serial Number 181087363 thought as he watched his friend interlock with the beautiful digital camera that everyone had a crush on, maybe it was worth it to know that their side finally won something.
"Hi," said a shy voice behind him. Serial Number 181087363 turned to see the unassuming mp3 player that everyone had always taken for granted. She fixed her glasses and looked up at him. "That sure was nice, the way you helped your friend win. I know you don't think anyone noticed but... I noticed. I always notice SanDisk Memory Stick Pros especially when they have 512MB of memory."
Serial Number 181087363 looked up at the stage. His friend had been watching and waved him on, mouthing go, man, go! Serial Number 181087363 turned back to the mp3 player and moved in close. When they touched, he found that she was SanDisk Memory Stick Pro compatible. And in his memory, he found just the right song for her to play.
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Serial Number 181087363 watched as his friend was carried away on the shoulders of the cheering crowd and reflected on everything that had brought the two of them this far. They were two SanDisk Memory Stick Pros in the prime of their lives, both of them flash memory including MagicGate. Childhood friends, they had felt like outcasts in a school where the rich Compact Flash and Secure Digital types were a tight elitist knot. The big bowling triathlon had been their chance to get even.
They stuck together, these two SanDisk Memory Stick Pros, even when they were first thrown into the garbage that soiled their lovely blue shell, even when that van full of strippers tricked them into going twenty miles away from town, even when the old janitor who used to swim, shoot and bowl for the military offered to teach them through a series of montages that almost filled their 512 MB of flash memory to the fullest. And they had done it, just the two of them together, but now Serial Number 181087363 was the one who was going to go without the bowling trophy and the cheers. Still, Serial Number 181087363 thought as he watched his friend interlock with the beautiful digital camera that everyone had a crush on, maybe it was worth it to know that their side finally won something.
"Hi," said a shy voice behind him. Serial Number 181087363 turned to see the unassuming mp3 player that everyone had always taken for granted. She fixed her glasses and looked up at him. "That sure was nice, the way you helped your friend win. I know you don't think anyone noticed but... I noticed. I always notice SanDisk Memory Stick Pros especially when they have 512MB of memory."
Serial Number 181087363 looked up at the stage. His friend had been watching and waved him on, mouthing go, man, go! Serial Number 181087363 turned back to the mp3 player and moved in close. When they touched, he found that she was SanDisk Memory Stick Pro compatible. And in his memory, he found just the right song for her to play.
hil-arious