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Ran to meet Jas.

She was all flustered like a fringey loon.

I said, “Howdy.”

“Come on, Georgia, we’ll be late.”

As we galloped along, I said, “I am going to speak American all day today.”

Jas went, pant pant, “They speak English.”

I said, “Don’t be mad,” pant pant.

We arrived on time, but only just. Wet Lindsay was on sadist duty. She looked at us as we panted by her like we were a couple of turds in uniform.

“Can’t you two grow up and be on time for once?”

I gave her a big smile while gazing at her ear, and said, “Howdy. Now you all have a nice day. You hear?”

She stomped off to terrorise some first formers, but she was fingering her lugholes. Hahahahahaha. And also hasta la vista, baby.