From the bottom of my heart...
Dear girl that sits in front of me during physics,
I realize that this really is none of my business, because you are old enough to dress yourself. But this does not mean you can saunter into class wearing a white see-through tank top, a black bra, and a thong sticking out the top of your mini-mini skirt and proceed to flirt with the guy next to you during the lecture. Who, judging from the way he cringed when you tried to crawl into his lap, was not actually that into you.
But seriously. I can't hear the lecture when you're giggling every two seconds.
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