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NO! NOT THE TALK!!!! AAAA!! *pulls over in Katyusha* *commence bombardment*
Yes, the talk. And we're gonna talk about your math grades.

*slams a bottle of vodka on the table*
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And then we'll talk about your future!
 
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but acts somewhat naive and treats everyone politely with a stone-faced expression. She would treat the spawn of Cthulhu like an actual child if it talked to her.
This kinda sparks some memories.
Some time ago, back when I was 14 and a hapless, sanguine teenager, I was sent to live with my relative, my aunt, and her baby daughter in a different state from my parents' house. Despite this, I had been all too pleased with the new living situation since, well, this was the city where I had spent the first 10 years of my life, made friends, and rode my first bicycle before we moved out and my aunt brought the property from us.

I was transferred to a new high school, one where the majority of my old classmates were also admitted—seems like a good thing, right? To me, however, it became an awful tragedy instead. They changed; the city changed; I did not. To skip the pity party here, there were some unsavory people—people you'd not generally attribute to being a pleasant bunch—who were surprisingly the nicest to me at the time. It was a strange experience. Surreal, even. They'd try to talk to me about stuff, my home, and experiences, yet they'd be completely different people when dealing with everyone else.

One reason may have been because I had been clear when I said that I didn't care how they were or how they behaved when in my absence (they weren't bad guys, just problematic), but as long as they were nice with me, I'd be too. Obviously, this is not to say all of them were nice, just as not all my old classmates were uncaring of me, and we didn't become friends until the end, but they have been surprisingly good company for the remainder of my stay. When you said that, it reminded me of them.
 
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SRB

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*slams pickles on the table* Fine! My math teacher hates me it's not my fault!
Excuses! So kill the blyat' and be done with it! All I see now is a lazy and spoiled girl!

What will happen to you if I die tomorrow? Tell me. What are you going to do? You can't just stop everything because of one mean math teacher.

*tears of a worried parent appear in the eyes*
 
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Excuses! So kill the blyat' and be done with it! All I see now is a lazy and spoiled girl!

What will happen to you if I die tomorrow? Tell me. What are you going to do? You can't just stop everything because of one mean math teacher.

*tears of a worried parent appear in the eyes*
No, mama! But all of my other grades are good! It's just math! Mama, don't cry... *sob* *chugs a shot of vodka* *crunches on a pickle* *sob* I'll be a better daughter, mama. I'll learn harder even if the teacher is bullying me *sob*
 

SRB

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No, mama! But all of my other grades are good! It's just math! Mama, don't cry... *sob* *chugs a shot of vodka* *crunches on a pickle* *sob* I'll be a better daughter, mama. I'll learn harder even if the teacher is bullying me *sob*
You're already the best daughter. Forgive your dumb old mother... *sob* I just worry about you, little Daikon.

*chugs half a bottle of vodka* I'll tell you a little secret. I don't know how to math either.

*pickle crunch*
Now... Now, tell me her name again, darling. I'll talk to her. *loads AK*
 
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You're already the best daughter. Forgive your dumb old mother... *sob* I just worry about you, little Daikon.

*chugs half a bottle of vodka* I'll tell you a little secret. I don't know how to math either.

*pickle crunch*
Now... Now, tell me her name again, darling. I'll talk to her. *loads AK*
You are the best mama ever! *hugs* Her name was Marge. She's in the teachers room usually *gives spare magazines* :blob_popcorn:
 
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