‘I want an iphone’ he declares for perhaps the seventeenth, eighteenth, twentieth time that day.

‘Shut. Up. About. The. Bloody. Iphone’ I say in my head.

‘Help me to understand why you want the Mercedes of phones’ I ask aiming for therapeutic, but getting mildly sarcastic.

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