Locked inside her growlery she complained, “Why did this happen yet again? I start out with good intentions then it breaks down to a brabble. There’s no use trying to yell but it that’s how it ends.”
Scattered across the floor were cables, power packs, and other paraphernalia, the remains of her foozle fumbling for what was needed. It wasn’t found.
Once again she pressed the “on” button. The mobile came on briefly, stated it had low battery, beeped and switched off. Again her frustration at losing her charger descended into futile brabble.
The screen was blank, ignoring her protests.
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