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[apathique]

She sits down, and shifts the gears from P to D and begins. Every Thursday night, she eats a salad. Balsamic Vinegarette dressing, on the side. Mother... mother eats from the bag of browning lettuce; the bag she's too busy to replace and too tired to care

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[outshadowed]

Bah, Tuesday...Every year they make us go to school more days of the year. At one time it was 180, perhaps the next generation will be going to school 368 days a year, however that is possible. It's bullshit in a can I tell ya. One week of school and I'm already alternating between wanting to lie down and die and wanting to go postal. Only two more years though, then I can get out and become a rock star, make untold millions of dollars, then buy the school and BURN it while filming Carrie 3: Eviction Notice.