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A4, Mr. B’s TA, rapped me on the head with a pencil. He is so confusing. I think he likes me.

Quite a while ago, boy-bitch recognized me and said, “Oh! you’re that girl that called me a cracker.” [During In House, I said he’d cracked and gone off his rocker but I guess he misheard me.]

Oh, and recently, B4 pushed the parallel bars through the MPR window.

Last year, O2 asked me to marry him. I get so embarrassed about it, even though he was kidding (I think and hope).

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