I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in <a href="#">Bookmarksgrove</a> right at the <strong>coast</strong> of the <em>Semantics</em>, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which <em>roasted parts</em> of sentences fly into your mouth.
<h3>Introduction: Release date and price</h3>
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an<strong> illustrated magazine</strong> and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed "<em>a lady fitted out"</em> with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">he found himself transformed</span> in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
<blockquote class="pullquote align-center">IT'S HAS GREAT CAMERA THAT ENOUGH TO TAKE SELFIE FOR LOW BUDGET SMARTPHONE</blockquote>
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

A wonderful serenity has taken <strong>possession</strong> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost <a href="#">unorthographic</a> life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of<strong> Lorem Ipsum</strong> decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.
<h3>Design and display</h3>
A wonderful serenity has taken <a href="#">possession</a> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in <strong>the exquisite</strong> sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.

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On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their <a href="#">projects</a> again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.

A wonderful serenity has taken <strong>possession</strong> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost <a href="#">unorthographic</a> life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of<strong> Lorem Ipsum</strong> decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
<h3>Specs and Performance</h3>
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an <strong>illustrated magazine</strong> and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
<h5 style="text-align: center;">Hardware Specification comparison</h5>
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<tbody>
<tr>
<td></td>
<td>Phone 1</td>
<td>Phone 2</td>
<td>Phone 3</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Display size, resolution</th>
<td>4.7-inch; 1,280x720 pixels</td>
<td>5.2-inch; 1,920x1,080 pixels</td>
<td>5.7-inch; 1,920x1,080 pixels</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Pixel density</th>
<td>312ppi</td>
<td>386ppi</td>
<td>424ppi</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Dimensions (Inches)</th>
<td>5.33x2.61x0.31 in</td>
<td>5.75x2.81x0.31 in</td>
<td>6.17x3.06x0.31 in</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Dimensions (Millimeters)</th>
<td>135.4x66.2x7.9 mm</td>
<td>146.1x71.4x7.9 mm</td>
<td>156.8x77.6x7.9 mm</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Weight (Ounces, Grams)</th>
<td>N/A</td>
<td>N/A</td>
<td>N/A</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Mobile software</th>
<td>Android 6.01 Marshmallow</td>
<td>Android 6.01 Marshmallow</td>
<td>Android 6.01 Marshmallow</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Camera</th>
<td>13-megapixel</td>
<td>16-megapixel</td>
<td>16-megapixel</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Front-facing camera</th>
<td>8-megapixel</td>
<td>16-megapixel</td>
<td>16-megapixel</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Video capture</th>
<td>Full-HD</td>
<td>Full-HD</td>
<td>Full-HD</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Processor</th>
<td>1.6GHz Octa Core</td>
<td>1.9GHz Octa Core, Exynos 7880</td>
<td>1.9GHz Octa Core, Exynos 7880</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Storage</th>
<td>16GB</td>
<td>32GB</td>
<td>32GB</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>RAM</th>
<td>2GB</td>
<td>3GB</td>
<td>3GB</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Expandable storage</th>
<td>256GB</td>
<td>256GB</td>
<td>256GB</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Battery</th>
<td>2,350mAh (nonremovable)</td>
<td>3,000mAh (nonremovable)</td>
<td>3,600mAh (nonremovable)</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Fingerprint sensor</th>
<td>Home button</td>
<td>Home button</td>
<td>Home button</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Connector</th>
<td>USB Type-C</td>
<td>USB Type-C</td>
<td>USB Type-C</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<th>Special features</th>
<td>Water resistant</td>
<td>Water resistant</td>
<td>Water resistant</td>
</tr>
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Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.

A wonderful serenity has taken <strong>possession</strong> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost <a href="#">unorthographic</a> life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of<strong> Lorem Ipsum</strong> decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
<h3>Battery and Camera</h3>
The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
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<p class="p1">A LARGER BATTERY PLUS IMPROVED SOFTWARE LEAD TO NOTICEABLE GAINS</p>
</blockquote>
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.

A wonderful serenity has taken <strong>possession</strong> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost <a href="#">unorthographic</a> life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of<strong> Lorem Ipsum</strong> decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.
<h3>Conclusion</h3>
It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.

A wonderful serenity has taken <strong>possession</strong> of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost <a href="#">unorthographic</a> life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of<strong> Lorem Ipsum</strong> decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.