To every single pupil of my school: GO FUCK YOURSELVES ON THE NINTH RUNG OF HELL AND DIE. I HATE YOU ALL, FUCKTARDS.
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In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically)
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