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Seriously


I mean come on now. Do we seriously need to dress in this uniform? Its a system, more like a windstorm informed on us that administration thinks will help us perform. Seriously? I mean come on now. Do we seriously need to learn these things? I highly doubt that -b+ or - the square root of b squared -4ac will pay my ransom fee. Seriously. I mean come on now. Are we really about to fight over that? She called me black, he called me fat , why she looking at ? Aren't yall tired of that? Were not in first grade! Seriously. I mean come on now. Get over it.
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