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[Castor, suffice to say, was feeling like a wreck. He ached all the time, and nothing could clear the pain at his spine. As if that wasn't enough, the nightmares that plagued him were muddy and unclear, and each time he woke, he felt like he was choking on smoke all over again.
But he'd see through it. He owed that to his family, and to himself.]
Evidently one has to speak to their iPhone 4S like they're a bit dim. Good luck if you've a thick accent.