I went to a play for Extra credit/ Exepmtion from a project.
Not only did my mom not give a s**t for ditching, running around in a parking lot at night, and loitering.
She got me whatever the ******** I wanted at starbucks, and is completly ok with me going to Osvaldo's house tomorrow.
What ******** dimention am I in?
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