Sent: First time to the gym in a year. Three miles in twenty seven minutes. Suck it, Coach Carpenter. Eat it, Mr. Compton.
Received: Now if you can just stop crying, you’ll stick it to every male teacher who ever doubted you.
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Chop. Chop.
Chop. Chop.
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holliedarling said:
ugggh Carpenter was the worst. I wanted to punch him every single gym class.
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