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I was probably a mix of brain, basketcase, and criminal.
I was like the Columbine trenchcoat kids, but thankfully without access to their arsenal. So my only friend and I just skipped assemblies and stacked chairs on top of each other in crazy abstract art patterns in the lunch room. I'm sure the janitors must have hated us, but we were basically harmless - just fantasizing about killing those stuck up fuckers rather than really doing it.
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