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Oh, how I want to go home this teacher keeps talking and my mind still roams I'd rather die of rabies with my mouth full of foam or throw something at her, maybe my phone because then, hopefully, she'll shut the hell up let us go early, with a little bit of luck until then, 1000 hairs on my head id rather pluck because, nothing personal teacher, i just don't give a ****
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
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Oh, how I want to go home this teacher keeps talking and my mind still roams I'd rather die of rabies with my mouth full of foam or throw something at her, maybe my phone because then, hopefully, she'll shut the hell up let us go early, with a little bit of luck until then, 1000 hairs on my head id rather pluck because, nothing personal teacher, i just don't give a ****
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
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