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I found it in the garbage and handed it in.
That's my girl!
Like, did you know they pay money for those poems inside greeting cards?
Because now Quinn's going to see firsthand what is feels like to be a brain.
When does the subject of compensation come up?
Oh no! I've been giving my poems away for free!
Hold it. I think I feel a poem coming on.
Ask Pavlov.
"Like a hamster on one of those wheel things,
Perhaps with compound interest?
Where are the girls?
Is an F+ the same as a D-?
Hmm... by the way, anything eating away at your soul?
Is something bothering you, daria?
Last week, they were trying out for football, then they won one debate tournament.
And what's my motivation again?
Jake!
The school paper?!
Maybe I can steal all the newspapers before anyone else reads them.
Everyone knows that eggplant is the current neutral.
I'm trying to keep a low profile since the paper came out.
Dad, let's say you have an identity that you didn't even like...
Um, you're not going to shake me, are you?
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You chime in at just the right moment and then you fade into the background.
For the school is my prison, and its teachers my imprisoners."
It's deep, it's meaningful, and it's slenderizing.
That's right Quinn, because I'm going to read it aloud!
One... two...
Can I ask you something?
and for once you'll have something to do on a Friday night instead of sitting around like a loser, you know?
Do you two know each other?