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Saturday, February 20, 2010

a touching storyyy.

Once, there was a girl who has always dreamt of having an iTouch but she didn't have the money to buy the iTouch. So, she bought an iPod shuffle instead, and enjoyed it. But she still thought of how an iTouch would really make her happy. After a short while owning the iPod, she could not resist but buy the iTouch. She really enjoyed it, and forgot about how the iPod used to make her happy. But then, she lost her iTouch the next day. She cried over it, and felt completely listless. But she knew that she could not cry over the iTouch forever, so she gave herself some time to decide on whether she should just stop listening to any music, as it would often bring back memories of the iTouch, or just stay with the iPod and try to forget about the iTouch.

The ending, is still unknown...for now.

/edit.

The girl wants to stop listening to any music. And her iPod will always wait for that small ray of hope, of being played again.