Call me a crotchety old (young) man if you will. In fact, I can scarcely recognize myself from the days of yore. When I was in school, I was constantly tinkering with my Android phones (the “HTC Thunderbolt” and “HTC Droid DNA”, respectively). I would flash all sorts of ROMs, trying to squeeze extra performance or battery life out of apps. I was thrilled to be able to find all sorts of sketchy apps which wouldn’t cost a dime out of pocket, but which would pop up all sorts of little ads.
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