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Life Ends ... Not 2 hours old
Victim: Phil Tormanen
Date added: 10/7/1999
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A couple hours before the end of the day my boss presented me with my new Pilot IIIx. Elated, I immediately loaded it up with all my contacts and appointments from Outlook. That evening as I left for home, I proudly placed my new friend in my shirt pocket. Walking through the parking lot, I began to worry that I might drop my Pilot when I bend over to open the car door. I lift the Pilot out of my pocket intending to secure it in the safety of my attaché zipper pocket. Instead, something inexplicable occurs and to my horror the next thing I see is my new friend lying cover open, face down on the burning Florida blacktop! Dead! Not 2 hours old.
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