What happens when you do the exact opposite of everything you are told? How would she know when she was done? And why wasn’t anyone doing anything about this? Should I do something? What should I do? But then one day the teacher came around and told me to rip out my last five seams and I wanted to yell, My seams? At least my seams are for bipeds, what about her last five seams? Right then, as if she was reading my mind, the teacher put her hand on the woman’s shoulder and said, Sue, you are such an artist. And Sue laughed and the teacher laughed and they laughed together. So whatever.
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