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There is this kid in my creative writing class who asks to go to the bathroom everyday. He goes to the out of the way bathroom in the M-Wing that has an air vent that goes directly outside. He goes there, smokes (pot.) out of this one-hitter pipe he has, blows the smoke through the vent, and comes back to class. His face is always bright red while he is walking back to his seat. That class is full of wackos. And I love almost each and every one of them very dearly.
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