When I was 15-16 years old I wrote a short story for english class at my high school in Toronto. Seeing that I skipped school all the time and that I was in a gang, the teacher didn't think I could accomplish such a feat. So after reading it she accused me of plagiarism. Having a wicked anger problem, I let loose all the curse words I knew. She called my mom and sure enough she released that I indeed wrote that story. I received the highest marks.
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