"How can your iPod be cool when everyone else's iPod is better?"
This morning on my way to work, the Mark Twain of Suburban Station guitar players ominously strummed "The Sounds of Silence" while corporate drones shuffled silently to their thankless jobs, their iPods being their only shelter from reality, lulling them into a false sense of individuality and self-importance.
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This morning on my way to work, the Mark Twain of Suburban Station guitar players ominously strummed "The Sounds of Silence" while corporate drones shuffled silently to their thankless jobs, their iPods being their only shelter from reality, lulling them into a false sense of individuality and self-importance.
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