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| So, how did you enjoy second year, Andy? Hard, wasn't it? | |
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| Um, yeah. A bit. I think I did okay, though. | |
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| Okay? Okay isn't good enough. In third year I expect you to work 24 hours every fucking day. That's right, I said "fucking". | |
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| I see. So are you suggesting I shouldn't take this course, then? | |
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| No, no, go ahead. You're guaranteed to fail, though. And I'll find that really fucking funny. That's right, I said "fucking" again. | |
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| On second thoughts, I hear the priesthood calling. I'm off to register for that Divinity degree. | |
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