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Why i hate myself

let me tell you a story

I was in my math class, doing my class work like any good person would do. I finish my work and decide to write out a plot for a Zanevis book. I start writing.

a few minutes later, once I've filled out a page of witty dialogue and beautiful scenery (that is neither witty nor beautiful) my friend signs if she can look at my notebook.

I do not speak sign language.

However, I have had a few lessons from my friend, and I know the words "hot dog" "chicken" and "bitch"

I had guessed she had wanted to look at my notebook, so I said yes.

Or I thought I did.

Instead of nodding my head yes like any reasonable person, I sign "hot dog, bitch" and shove my notebook at her. Realizing this would make a great oneliner for Travis to say, I snort.

Only it's not a snort

I BURST into laughter, scaring my teacher, my friend, and myself. I go quiet after a split second, by the damage is already done. My friend knows me. She writes on the page.

"Hot dog, bitch."

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