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This is kind of like that short story The Lottery. My grade 11 English teacher made us reacreate it, using little scraps of paper, and one was marked with a hand drawn circle. I was so surprised when I opened my hand and saw the big lead mark, but perhaps more surprised when our teacher, Q, looked around the classroom and grabbed a handful of orange peels off her desk. She dealt them out in small pieces to everyone in the room and they got to whip them at me while I sang the national anthem at the front of the class. I'd like to have a look at that lesson plan, but you know what? I never forgot what that story was about. Wait, wasn't that story about someone being killed?
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I like that you are crazy B.
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