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It got worse. - Gwen Raiden
It got worse.

The judge wants me to waste my time at some teen center.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They want me to babysit some whiny overgrown hormonal idiots who half the time forget how to tie their shoes. I don't think so. Really, put me in prison, because that would have to be better than this crap.

They want me there at the end of this week. Four hours a day, five days a week - that's their plan. Not happening, of course. Once I do a little "donating" to whoever runs the place, I'm sure that I won't be there any more than a few minutes. Then I can put this entire annoying situation behind me.

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