“What did your mother pack for your lunch today, Timmy?”
“Heady grilled cheese, soy milk, and a fronted sheet of blotter to sell at recess.”
…
“Go to the principal’s office.”
“Pssh. That custie bitch?”
“Now!”
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“What did your mother pack for your lunch today, Timmy?”
“Heady grilled cheese, soy milk, and a fronted sheet of blotter to sell at recess.”
…
“Go to the principal’s office.”
“Pssh. That custie bitch?”
“Now!”
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