John woke with a start to wind muted crackling. He rubs his hand over his face and sits up with a groan. The stone floor had left him stiff and his joints felt as if they were filled with sand. What’s going on? he thinks irritably.
Standing, he hobbles a few steps before his legs loosen. Crossing the main chamber, he passes the smaller room and
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Wah, I also can't handle a iPod -_- I want a cute pink one so badly ;_;
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My iPod pissed me off recently. I plugged it in and all of my music was wiped out.
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