Love lost
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FORT COLLINS, Colorado -- On a dark, heavy night in September, just before 8 p.m., the Kindle sat in a North College Avenue shopping cart, where it had been momentarily left untended. Comfortably stuffed full of delicious reading, including The Las Patriot, Odd Hours, AP Strange, and Dracula, Kindle worried that nothing this good could last forever. Kindle was right. "Help!" Little Kindle cried out, but nobody heard its digital plea. Kindle felt the hands of a stranger wrap around its dark blue, leather-like cover. The stranger's hands smelled of greed as it fondled Kindle's creamy plastic skin. The stranger gave off a dark energy, full of vindictiveness and hopelessness. Kindle knew it was in trouble. "Help!" Kindle screamed in silent agony. "Don't take me!" The stranger grinned over the new-found treasure. Leaden air gave way to rain. As the first drop spat on the asphalt parking lot, Kindle's life twisted. Kindle was silenced. Kindle-napped, the little reader now sits somewhere, spent and useless. Perhaps Kindle wishes for the good old days. Or perhaps it lies crushed to death by criminal hands. One can only hope that the Kindle-napper is seized one day by a remorse so great that it can only be cured by Kindle's return to the scene of the crime, Albertson's, 1636 North College Avenue, Fort Collins, Colorado.
Kindle Love
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