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Piggy 2.0
English teacher expresses disappoint at me not being in pre-ap II. I shrug.
Later that day, I decide to hit up that old creek near the end of my neighborhood I went to all the time to fish during middle school. After gearing up, locking up the poochie and raging at my dad for hiding my good poles, I made the trek down to the ol' fishin' hole. The little bastards were just as cheeky as ever, eating up about half of the bait I had before I caught one, and I had to leave after reeling him in since he decided to just inhale the goddamn hook into it's cheek, forcing me to cut off the line and trudge alll the way home for a replacement. I bet the smug pimento is wearing it as some sort of trophy to show off to his fishy friends.
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