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120. Miss Cunningham

I didn’t push her into the dryer; I clumsily bumped into her on my way to the stove. Didn’t matter, I was relegated to Home Ec hell - sewing on paper, critiques of my vegetables – until I escaped to shop.


Ah yes the joys of shop class. Always a cool place to be.