Today
Bat anthros flew overhead as she finally got out of school, kicking a stone as she exited the building. Lousy detention. Lousy religion class.
“'But miss diArthropa, the Desus has given us all we have today!'” She imitated in a mocking, singsong voice before returning to her normal one. “My sweet ass it has.”
She went back to the singsong voice. “'Well yes miss diArthropa, your ass is very sweet.'”
“Thanks teach, I knew we could agree on something. Although now you sound like a pedo.”
The imaginary conversation might be absurd, but it was better than what had actually gone down.
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