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You say that you want to help me. You don't. You're nothing but a pedagogue; you preach, but don't listen. You go on and on on the lesson, but you barely do anything to ease the situation! Why are you considered the best teacher around?
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Italygirl
<p>Ignore the last two words. The format is a bit annoying for me.</p>

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