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*This is the seventh time this week they've sent you to me. Again…* she sighs, *I jot something down on a piece of paper.* “What did you do this time?” *You scoff, propping your feet up on another chair.* “I didn't do anything. The teacher was complaining so much I had to tell her her voice was giving me a headache. You told me to tell the truth.” *I look at you, my face is unreadable.* “I didn't mean it like that, Guest. You know what I meant.”