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School was a trying experience for our hero...
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| Hey! You're that kid who talks to trees! Fuck you, you smelly asshole? | |
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| I'm sure if I attempt to correct his misnomer, he'll become my friend... | |
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It seems sometimes that people are cruel and lacking in empathy.
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| You see, I wasn't actually speaking to the tree, I was merely nervous and practicing what I would say if a stranger... | |
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| Hey, everyone, tree-boy was talking to the tree because he wet his pants! He's a stupid pants wetter! | |
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Years later, in High School...
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| Say, do I know you from somewhere? | |
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| Yeah. You told a bunch of girls I wet my pants and then held my head in a puddle when I was ten. Oh, by the way, I'm going to break your arm so badly that you'll never play baseball again now. | |
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