It sucks that we have to sit next to each other during graduation. The only thing that could be worse for me would be sitting next to Mike P. I don’t really care about how bad it is for you because I don’t care about you. Your voice bothers me and makes my ears bleed. I hope you’re always a trashy fashion-less pauper.
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