I guess I do have a mean streak. Blaz, a 9th grader in my tech class, was throwing balls of paper at my friend, Molly's, back and one fell down into her pants. She turned around and yelled a couple of choice words at him. Deter, our tech teacher, told her to calm down and told her he'd write her a pass to go to the office to get Blaz written up
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