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用了iPhone后，我隔三差五就想摸一下心爱的手机，只要一离开它就会感到惊慌失措，这些迹象表明：我患上了iPhone上瘾症…… My name is Amy. I’m a 25-year-old graduate student who likes yoga, home-decorating shows and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the jar.[2] Oh yeah, and I’m an iPhone addict. I wasn’t always an addict. In fact, for many years I told myself I didn’t want a fancy[3] cellphone. They seemed like too much work, always beeping[4], ringing and demanding attention. I was perfectly content with my simple antique[5], and I didn’t anticipate changing my mind any time soon. However, about a year ago, I found myself envious of all those proud iPhone owners, cradling their shiny new phones and showing them off to all their friends.[6] I started eavesdropping on conversations about “iPhone apps”,[7] feeling like a tourist listening to a language I couldn’t speak. Eventually I couldn’t ignore my iPhone instinct any longer, and I welcomed my new iPhone into my life. I instantly fell in love with the little bundle of joy, and could no longer imagine a life without it. To my surprise, I suddenly found myself with a whole new circle of friends—other iPhone owners I could go to for advice and support as I learned the various functions of my new device. They responded to my iPhone-related queries when my other friends couldn’t, and didn’t roll their eyes when I bragged about all the things little Eloise (yes, I named her) could do.[8] | 
