You were more than a camera, you were a friend. You were always there for me when I needed you. You would keep memories of things, even when I would forget. When I found you were broken, my heart broke in turn. Sure I can get stills from the camcorder, but it's not the same. You were sleek and sexy and slipped into my pocket. Without you I can't capture those random moments that are gone in a flash -- a family of five on a motorcycle, a cow blocking traffic, a monkey in a tree. You'll be replaced soon -- by a cousin, perhaps a twin. But it won't be the same. It can never be the same. Not without you.
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