We've been out for a week for Thanksgiving, and I don't ever, ever, ever wanna go back. Because my school is a torturous place summoned from hell personally made up for me.
The more I go there the more I hate myself for existing.
I got two words for you- fite me, scrub. Wait, that was three, plus the six before that. And then add on the nine words after them! Hold on, gimme a sec to figure this out, read my comics while you wait-
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