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Justin was in his room, reading a magazine. He heard a knock on his bedroom door.
"Come in." He glanced up from his comic. His Dad walked in.
"Your mates are here, they want to know if you want to come out to play soccer." He asked.
"No thanks, I've got an essay to catch up on." Justin closed his book and waved his dad goodbye until dinner. He walked to his PC; he was 16 now and tall for his age. He didn't really have an essay to catch up on; he just didn't have the energy to play in the park. He'd been feeling rotten for a while. He turned on his PC; downloading music requires little energy. He laughed at the prospect when he saw that the track he selected had taken 3 hours to download. He was about to log off when a pop up appeared, "You've got urgent mail!" it rang. But this time he believed it, the cursor hovered over the icon.