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Oh you miserable hag.


I wish that I can understand my situation and not get on my back for almost being late. You always pick on me and you put me out there in front of the whole calss and you try to embarass me. You miserable old hag, I wish you never got your credentials as a teacher and that you go live in an old retirement home because then, I can go there and volunteer to "take care" of you and make sure your diapers are changed as well. Bye bye!

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