You were a good teacher, and I was a rebellious little shit (It should be noted that I'm now a rebellious big shit, but I can tone it down now.) There are better ways to go than on Christmas Eve of brain cancer.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry for all of the Satanism symbolism I etched in every ashtray I made in your class.
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