If the homeroom teacherset her sights on you, you were done for, she’d keep hitting you with low grades. And if she got you between her slender thighs, it was impossible to escape. This is my award for best in class on the last day of high school, she told me. She wriggled stronglyatop me like a decapitated chicken on the white pretentious sheet laid out on the chemistry lab couch. But I’m not …
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