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"
Five
.
And
how
many
are
you
failing
in
?
"
"
Four
.
"
I
moved
my
ass
a
little
bit
on
the
bed
.
It
was
the
hardest
bed
I
ever
sat
on
.
"
I
passed
English
all
right
,
"
I
said
,
"
because
I
had
all
that
Beowulf
and
Lord
Randal
My
Son
stuff
when
I
was
at
the
Whooton
School
.
I
mean
I
did
n't
have
to
do
any
work
in
English
at
all
hardly
,
except
write
compositions
once
in
a
while
.
"
He
was
n't
even
listening
.
He
hardly
ever
listened
to
you
when
you
said
something
.
"
I
flunked
you
in
history
because
you
knew
absolutely
nothing
.
"
"
I
know
that
,
sir
.
Boy
,
I
know
it
.
You
could
n't
help
it
.
"
"
Absolutely
nothing
,
"
he
said
over
again
.
That
's
something
that
drives
me
crazy
.
When
people
say
something
twice
that
way
,
after
you
admit
it
the
first
time
.
Then
he
said
it
three
times
.
"
But
absolutely
nothing
.
I
doubt
very
much
if
you
opened
your
textbook
even
once
the
whole
term
.
Did
you
?
Tell
the
truth
,
boy
.
"
"
Well
,
I
sort
of
glanced
through
it
a
couple
of
times
,
"
I
told
him
.
I
did
n't
want
to
hurt
his
feelings
.
He
was
mad
about
history
.
"
You
glanced
through
it
,
eh
?
"
he
said
--
very
sarcastic
.
"
Your
,
ah
,
exam
paper
is
over
there
on
top
of
my
chiffonier
.
On
top
of
the
pile
.
Bring
it
here
,
please
.
"
It
was
a
very
dirty
trick
,
but
I
went
over
and
brought
it
over
to
him
--
I
did
n't
have
any
alternative
or
anything
.
Then
I
sat
down
on
his
cement
bed
again
.
Boy
,
you
ca
n't
imagine
how
sorry
I
was
getting
that
I
'd
stopped
by
to
say
good-by
to
him
.
