She was there,
Sitting at a corner,
It was her grandmother's funeral.
Dumped with regrets,
Of using her phablets,
When she was there,
With her.
No Kindle,
Could match her tone,
Of narration.
"I want those times back", she cried.
"It is too late", murmured the corpse.
"I'm sorry" said Siri.

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