So, Fuck Kerr. Fuck fuck fuck Kerr. Howz that for eloquent. Even Newspaper isn't the same, and my lunch sucks as does my scedule. The only class I even remotely enjoy is fourth period, which is ironic because I have French 1. Again. Watkins' small permed head can't seem to understand that, even if I walk out, I'll be back. If someone in my
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