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my folks have some funny stories about their missionary years. apart from not really being able to correspond with the opposite sex and wearing ankle-length skirts, it really doesn't sound all that bad.
most of my spanish classes have been cracking jokes, wanting to kill my teacher, and stories like the above. the hate flows.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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