Yeah, yesterday was a 2,4,6 day. It was a bad day. Which I had predicted the night before. I'm a bloody psychic. Anyway, I had to write a conflict poem in McIntyre's class. I luckily had a copy of Un/Trustworthy with me and rewrote it to fit the requirements (rearranged the lines), and then Reyna read it out loud for the entire class to hear. I don
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