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| All right class, today you will all read aloud your themes which I asked you to write about "The Soul." Billy, you'll go first. | |
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| DAMN IT, Mom, you always make me go fucking first. Fuck! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! | |
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| Sent to your room again, eh? | |
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| Yeah. I had to hitch a ride with some scary guy who looked like a serial killer. But I bailed out before he could kill me. | |
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| Guess what, Billy! A boy said the "F"word in class today and got sent home. | |
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