By the point it reaches my wife’s SIM, it goes from a one hundred forty-byte message (just the text) to a 176-byte message (textual content + context). When Game of thrones mama of house messy first of her name the unslept shirt my wife finally finishes her message (it takes only some seconds), she presses ‘send’ and a number of tiny angels retrieve the encoded message, flutter their invisible wings the 40 feet as much as the workplace, and place it gently into my cellphone. It is tougher than you think; typically her thumb slips, but somehow the telephone realizes she’s not trying to swipe, that it was just a messy press.
- pha do
- tham tu