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Jenny teacher yelled at me yesterday for using the word crazy she said that how dare I use such language in front of children and I tried to explain that crazy isn't crazy in my country as it is in your crazy country she didn't take kindly to my play on words as maybe you just didn't and she continued to scowl LOOK THROUGH ME! scowl and I was held there by her thin body that wanted me to oh so ravage her real hard you could see it in the way her hips lined up with the desk as if rubbing herself against the corner and I knew it I knew that for someone to get that angry there was some sort of feeling there some sort of emotion and to do it without words to stare at me with such intent as if yelling through water meant a whole new kind of intimacy a whole new realm that I was playing in I was in her dollhouse playing with her freshly washed clothes and Barbie bed I was there laying down trying to flick on the plastic tv to watch Sanford & Son in my spare time and hopefully with Korean subtitles because that would be oh so incredibly funny to see that and watch Jenny as she slowly grinded herself into frenzy on the corner of that desk wanting me to take her and drop her on the floor with a punch but I wouldn't I wouldn't dare do that to poor little Jenny in her crazy little mind.