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I mean, God, like, school, you know?

I’ll be so glad to get out too. I’ll say this for the place, it’s done wonders for my, like, muscle tone? I’ve got calves to literally die for and as for my ass…

Stop looking at my ass Sarah. God, are you, like, a lezzer or something?

No, I’m only joking hun.

Yeah, well I mean the male to female ratio was the thing that attracted me to the, like, course, to be honest. Outnumbered by fit, rich guys. What’s not to like? Seven girls, two hundred-odd guys. Those are my kind of odds.

Still, sister, it’s just me and you left now. The dropout rate has been, like, so high! And I don’t understand it. I know I’m not the brightest, I mean, I’m like, bottom in nearly everything, right? So I don’t know how I’ve like, made it this far. I guess it’s just pure dumb luck. But you’re so much better at this than me! I bet you, like, graduate top of the class.

Only fifteen guys left in our graduating class, too. Seventeen to graduate is, like, an all-time record or something? One of those guys must be shit hot at all this stuff. Or maybe, like, there’s a group of them? A pact or something, I don’t know. I don’t know how you’d work that, with, like, the assessment match ups though. Maybe they hacked the system and, like, manipulated it. Wait, do I mean manipulated? You’re so good at, like, English and stuff.

God, your prom dress is to die for. My mom was literally going to make me wear, like, a burqa or something. But you look, like, fabulous. I bet all the boys will literally kill each other to dance with you.

Oh, that’s really kind of you to say so, but I know you don’t mean it. Plain little ol’ me? This thing? It’s sweet of you, hun. I know I can’t compete with you. Still, won’t need to will I? I mean, with all the boys there…

I’ve never ridden in a limo before, have you? Are we nearly there? I hear the ballroom they’ve booked is, like, amazing. It’s a shame really.

What? Oh, it’s a shame about the knife.

Which…? Oh, the one I just stuck in the intercostal space between your, like, fourth and fifth ribs. I’ve stuck it in at a bit of an angle so it cuts through both ventricles at once. God, I know those lectures with Professor Sharkey were, literally, like total dullsville but I apparently did learn something besides filing my nails.

God, Sarah, there’s no need to look at me all, like reproachful and dead and stuff. You literally chose to major in Assassination: Theory and Practice. You ought to have realised how competitive it is. I totally made a special effort for you, by the way. It’s a ceramic blade and everything, you know, with the metal detectors, like, literally everywhere now.

Actually, Sarah, the blood stain doesn’t do your prom dress any favours at all and I don’t think you had the figure to pull it off in the first place.

Do try not to bleed on me. Aww, honey, I know you, like, can't help it really.

I’m actually totally looking forward to this prom now. I bet the boys will be literally, like, dying to dance with me.

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I mean, God, like, school, you know?

I’ll be so glad to get out too. I’ll say this for the place, it’s done wonders for my, like, muscle tone? I’ve got calves to literally die for and as for my ass…

Stop looking at my ass Sarah. God, are you, like, a lezzer or something?

No, I’m only joking hun.

Yeah, well I mean the male to female ratio was the thing that attracted me to the, like, course, to be honest. Outnumbered by fit, rich guys. What’s not to like? Seven girls, two hundred-odd guys. Those are my kind of odds.

Still, sister, it’s just me and you left now. The dropout rate has been, like, so high! And I don’t understand it. I know I’m not the brightest, I mean, I’m like, bottom in nearly everything, right? So I don’t know how I’ve like, made it this far. I guess it’s just pure dumb luck. But you’re so much better at this than me! I bet you, like, graduate top of the class.

Only fifteen guys left in our graduating class, too. Seventeen to graduate is, like, an all-time record or something? One of those guys must be shit hot at all this stuff. Or maybe, like, there’s a group of them? A pact or something, I don’t know. I don’t know how you’d work that, with, like, the assessment match ups though. Maybe they hacked the system and, like, manipulated it. Wait, do I mean manipulated? You’re so good at, like, English and stuff.

God, your prom dress is to die for. My mom was literally going to make me wear, like, a burqa or something. But you look, like, fabulous. I bet all the boys will literally kill each other to dance with you.

Oh, that’s really kind of you to say so, but I know you don’t mean it. Plain little ol’ me? This thing? It’s sweet of you, hun. I know I can’t compete with you. Still, won’t need to will I? I mean, with all the boys there…

I’ve never ridden in a limo before, have you? Are we nearly there? I hear the ballroom they’ve booked is, like, amazing. It’s a shame really.

What? Oh, it’s a shame about the knife.

Which…? Oh, the one I just stuck in the intercostal space between your, like, fourth and fifth ribs. I’ve stuck it in at a bit of an angle so it cuts through both ventricles at once. God, I know those lectures with Professor Sharkey were, literally, like total dullsville but I apparently did learn something besides filing my nails.

God, Sarah, there’s no need to look at me all, like reproachful and dead and stuff. You literally chose to major in Assassination: Theory and Practice. You ought to have realised how competitive it is. I totally made a special effort for you, by the way. It’s a ceramic blade and everything, you know, with the metal detectors, like, literally everywhere now.

Actually, Sarah, the blood stain doesn’t do your prom dress any favours at all and I don’t think you had the figure to pull it off in the first place.

Do try not to bleed on me. Aww, honey, I know you, like, can't help it really.

I’m actually totally looking forward to this prom now. I bet the boys will be literally, like, dying to dance with me.