I can hear her, she shouts “honey have you seen my purse”-“I think it ties on the table in the living room” now I can see her too, see grabs me and shouts again “thanks” see puts me in her bag together with here iPhone, she takes the bag and walk over to her husband. “I am going to the city I need a new dress to the party next week. To you have any cash” “here” he says, with his Irish accent. They have been together for 3 years now. My owner and Ryan met at a music festival called “Oxegen” and they now live in a little apartment in London. I have known my owner for nearly 4 years after she bought me in a shop on Oxford Street.
She opens me and stomps a 100£ bill down into me, the she closes me again and puts me back into the bag.She begins to walk out of the room, the bag jumps up and down making me dizzy. She lays the bag on the passenger seat. She turns on the engine and backs the car out of the garage, i hate driving around I always feel sick, but today it is extra bad because I just was filled with that 100£ bill, I can fell that everything in my stomach is bumbling around. Suddenly I puke and all the money falls out of me. We drive for a couple of minutes more, but it feels like an hour, because I lay in my own puke, the iPhone complains too, but that just makes me happy, I hate that phone, maybe I am just jealous, because my owner looks more on that phone than on me. But the iPhone is so arrogant and thinks it is much more important than me, just because it cost more than I do.
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