
Are too.
I’m not. Psychology is cool.

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…..You’re such a dork.
I am not!

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Ah, well at least you got to skip class out of the whole deal. Sorry it was cause of that though.
I like my Psychology class. The bastard could have at least got me out of Physics or something.

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I’m surprised he had the balls.
Well, he had him and I had to skip out on my Psychology class because of it.

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Whatever. Don’t believe me then. I don’t care. Who did it anyway?
Scott. That douche of a linebacker.

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Yeah, you would think that, wouldn’t you? I knew nothing about it. …Yeah, I’ve been hit with one before. It sucks, and for the record, I would have stopped it if I knew anything about it.
Sureyou didn’t. It more than sucks. It was like a fucking freezing dog mauling my face but with red dye number two planted in it!

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Missing that Cheerio uniform already? Damn, that was fast. Don’t know why you went all italics on the your like I did anything, but whatever.
I’m sure they talked about it and your stupid ass could have done something. Could have warned me, at least! Do you know how it is to get that shit out of your clothes?

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….Why?
Because one of your football buddies decided to toss a slushee all up in this.

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