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grendel the wanna-be shrink that the school called in that morning asked stupid questions and offered heaping doses of feel-good platitudes and other assorted bullshit that proved how little she and the jack-off teacher who summoned her knew about anything

and although i had nicked myself up pretty good with the blade, i wasn't feeling the least bit suicidal, tbut had i been in posession of my gun at that moment and if it would have driven the point home about how well this was working i pictured myself painting the dean's office with my grey matter as i looked out the window overlooking the courtyard

either way, apparently she wasn't one for the sight of blood and neither finished her appointments with my friends nor paid any more visits

so for my part it was a job well done
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self-correcting grendel ahem, exercise 040217