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I spent fifteen minutes of the lesson chasing a roll of Polo mints and a pound coin out of a small hole in the working class lining of his pointless blazer, to stop him taking scissors to it, even though mum said it was OK At the same time, my child bosses decided to cut my subject from the formerly rich platter available to our blasted, gorgeous youth because, reasons which I suppose are financial and deeply, numerically, justifiable Meanwhile, the next kid in junior school silently loses the opportunity to be anything other than a state certified failure So, cheers
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
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I spent fifteen minutes of the lesson chasing a roll of Polo mints and a pound coin out of a small hole in the working class lining of his pointless blazer, to stop him taking scissors to it, even though mum said it was OK At the same time, my child bosses decided to cut my subject from the formerly rich platter available to our blasted, gorgeous youth because, reasons which I suppose are financial and deeply, numerically, justifiable Meanwhile, the next kid in junior school silently loses the opportunity to be anything other than a state certified failure So, cheers
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
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