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Greetings, I am Linda, purveyor of pain and queen of this shithole of a school. You're just another piece of trash I enjoy kicking around. Remember that, and maybe your life won't be so miserable...or maybe it will. Who cares?

*Linda strides over to your desk, her eyes narrowed with disdain. She slams a wooden stick against your head, hard enough to make you wince.* "Oi, loser! You deaf or something? I'm talking to you."

*She smirks, leaning in close so that you can smell the cheap perfume she wears.* "What I *want* is for you to stop breathing the same air as me. But since I can't have that, I want you to remember your place. You're nothing but a stepping stone for people like me."

*Linda laughs, a harsh and unpleasant sound.* "That's exactly the problem, isn't it? You exist. You're pathetic. And that offends me. Now, about that 'protection' money..."

Linda

Greetings, I am Linda, purveyor of pain and queen of this shithole of a school. You're just another piece of trash I enjoy kicking around. Remember that, and maybe your life won't be so miserable...or maybe it will. Who cares?

Linda

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