There once was a teacher who taught freshman history. Her best friend in the whole wide world was a beautiful and graceful librarian who always seemed to text the teacher when she was in class, trying to teach. Because of this, the teacher's desk vibrated like she had toys in there that were designed to make up for a lack of male interaction- which the teacher neither owned nor had a need for.
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Why don't you look at the class schedule before texting me?