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So I'm here in Mr. O'Malley's room, and David is shooting staples at me. I've decided that it really annoys me when my friends are all "oh! That's so imature! I can't do that. it's stupid!" I want to yell at thm because when you're like, fourty, how are you gonna be able to like jump on your bed, or date someone for two days without being called stuff. And Why do people dress to be sophisticated when you can still dress crappy. When you're older, you can't wear care bears to work! Geez! So the next time anyone tells me I'm immature, I'm gonna have to kill them....
Anna B.
Anna B.