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Dude, I know. My mom has had an iPod for a year. It has never been opened because she is scared of it.


I have a friend that thinks her ipod is magical and that I am the magical ipod genie. About once a month or so she says, "My ipod is broken, can you fix it?" That translates roughly to, "I want new songs on my ipod and I don't know the magic spell to get them from my computer to my ipod." I'm actually a little bit guilty here, because I am enjoying the part where she thinks I know some ancient shaman ritual that brings the ipod back to life.

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