Mrs Johnson looks at her out of control class in exasperation, the boys bouncing around their desks pulling at the pigtails of the girls in front of them. “Shut up, you bunch of hooligans.  Peter get back to your desk, Johnny leave Martha alone and Tommy, don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing under your

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“But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here”

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