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Count the norm in your textbook. Yes- you go do that. Count the precipice angle -- is it exactly 90 degrees with respect to the negative boundaries of the page? Yeah- better make sure you can figure that. Count the linings of my lips: wanna make sure they match those that'd number a smile. For after all, who else will lead you to your exile? Count your way through life the way I tell you to do so, because I am the decision-maker of your pathway-- you stop, grow, and steer on my sayso. "But teacher, teacher, if I don't assent to your tactics, why may I not tell you?" Because sheer courtesy and precedent directs us not to.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
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Count the norm in your textbook. Yes- you go do that. Count the precipice angle -- is it exactly 90 degrees with respect to the negative boundaries of the page? Yeah- better make sure you can figure that. Count the linings of my lips: wanna make sure they match those that'd number a smile. For after all, who else will lead you to your exile? Count your way through life the way I tell you to do so, because I am the decision-maker of your pathway-- you stop, grow, and steer on my sayso. "But teacher, teacher, if I don't assent to your tactics, why may I not tell you?" Because sheer courtesy and precedent directs us not to.
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
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