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By senior year, I had it covered,

or so I thought.

I had a great guy,

sights on college, art school...

and a dream of life beyond.

- Good morning, Arthur.

- It's a decoy, Arthur.

The AK-47's in her backpack.

Yeah, right.

You tell yourself to count the days

and put up with the sh*t.

You tell yourself these people

are illusions, passing scenery.

Hey, snap these, babe!

They were nothing to me.

I just use them for my art.

No blading in the hall.

I don't want to have to tell you again!

- Okay,jockstrap sniffers, say cheese.

- Action.

Look out! Coming through!

Most of all, I avoided the snares,

skating past the obstacles...

the way everybody

who can manage it does.

Guh-ding went

the little green frog

Guh-ding went the little

green frog one day

And his eyes

went aggh-aggh-gung

Okay, hold these suckers

down on their backs.

Ready for surgery.

Nail 'em good.

Last year we had one

of these ribbits jump off...

during the incision

of a pulmonary vein.

It weren't pretty.

- What is it, Rita?

- I can't do it.

- Flake.

- Get off her sh*t already.

Hello, Rita.

Take the scalpel.

Earth to Rita.

It's so defenseless.

Frogs, they don't have feelings

like we do, Rita.

But their cardiovascular system

is an excellent model for ours.

In other words, their little hearts

work a lot like ours do.

Young man. Young man,

stop when I'm talking to you!

What class should you be in?

But then something happened,

unexpected.

I felt it before I knew it.

Excuse me.

If you're new,

please take a seat.

I'll get the paperwork later.

If I'd known you were coming,

I'd have ordered you a frog.

Where were we?

Class, let's concentrate on the frogs.

On the frogs.

Let's start slicing,

and this ain't pizza. Watch it.

Let's all show Rita

we can do this.

Okay?

Rita, are you with us?

Take the scalpel now. We've been

working on this for three weeks.

We're holding things up.

Let's not waste any more time.

I'm gonna count to three and

you'll take the scalpel, okay?

One.

Two.

Three.

Hey, let's do it!

- No, I can't do it.

- Come on, let's go.

I can't!

- We're gonna talk in detention then.

- No!

- Class, anyone else having a problem?

- What's the deal with detention?

He's always giving her sh*t.

He's such an a**hole.

So make him stop.

- Okay, I'll do it.

- What?

I'm gonna do it, all right?

All right, class, you hear that?

Rita's gonna do it.

That a girl.

Way to go.

She's now aiming it

at the point of incision.

What are you doing?

What the hell

are you doing, young lady?

Hey, I'm talkin' to you!

- I'll see you in detention also.

- I don't even go here.

It wasn't over.

I could feel it...

like a charge in the air

before a storm.

What else does he do?

He...

he gets really close...

and he touches my chest.

- What's going on?

- Rita's making up sh*t about Buttinger.

I'm not!

Okay? I'm not!

He gets behind me...

and he rubs himself

on my ass.

- You should be glad someone does.

- Shut up, Cindy.

- She's crazy. Everyone knows that.

- She's telling the truth.

He does it to me too.

You don't count, Violet.

You do it with everyone.

Well, at least I know

what I'm doing.

- If half the stories are true--

- Give it a rest, Cindy.

Look. You're the a**holes

for letting him get away with it.

No. You're the a**hole for

letting him get away with it !

Excuse me.

Who the f*** are you?

You're all a**holes.

Because when that son of a b*tch

puts his hands on her...

you should tell yourselves

he's putting his hands all over you.

Or you, or you, or you!

Because he sure as hell would

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