I shoved the batteries in the remote and pointed the thing at my CD Player, commanding it to do all sorts of things. Turn off. Turn on. Switch modes, switch magazine trays. Chunk, chunk, chunk! Ah, it was a symphony of pure electronic bliss. I found the button I was looking for. I pressed play. The LCD scolded my attempt by reminding me that the CD tray was empty. Oh yeah, I needed a CD. Of course! I looked around the room and suddenly remembered that I didn't have any CDs. My CD collection was collecting dust back home, and I didn't have a car to drive down there and get it.
I collapsed on my bunk bed and stared at my shiny new CD Player. Its LCD screen steadily mocking me with it's "No CD" light. It was a cruel, cruel mistress. I turned the CD Player off and resolved to find a way back home to retrieve my CD collection. Yeah, that's what I needed to do. All I had to do was find a way to get back home, get my CD's and all would be cool.
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