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I was staring at the door, the after-image of Taylor's departure burned into my eyes. When she spoke again, however, I realized something was amiss from the muffled sound of her voice. "She said, 'I am a stupid, easy, flat-chested cocksucking whore,' right? I think I heard that correctly."

I turned. Tabitha was at the board, dry erase marker in hand, writing those very words along the bottom of the board.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Huh? She said to... you know. Write." She gestured to where I am a stupid, easy, was already enscribed in red marker. "A hundred seems like a lot of times. Is it OK if I stay after school, or should I come back to finish in the morning?"

"You don't have to write that!" I snapped.

"I do whatever Taylor tells me to do," she replied with chilling casualness, and resumed writing. "Though that goes for you too, obviously Mr. Canon."

Still trying to wrap my head around what she was saying, I glanced down at the rolled up paper in my hands. There at the