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In eighth grade there was a new girl at the Catholic School I had attended. She was a shy, short, skinny girl with frizzy brown hair and she smelled like cat shit. We all made fun of her daily because she reeked horribly. One day she got so pissed at us for it she slammed her mother's car door shut so hard it busted out the window.
Another classmate and I had our own math class in the principal's office because we were both on the verge of failing. One day while the principal had stepped out I began to snoop through her stuff. I happended upon a doctor's note stating that the girl was excreting through her pores which to this day I still assume meant that she "shit" out her pores. I was very careful never to brush up against her in gym class.
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