When class was over, I was almost clear when they stopped
me. Although there were a bunch of them, all I could see was Mario looming over
me.
“So Butthead, you got your Dyslexic Tax?”
I didn’t meet his eyes, looking away from him as I said,
quietly, “No.”
He made a big deal of clearing his ear.
“Huh, see Butthead, again, since we all have to wait for you
to get your words all right way round, only seems fair to pay us, Butthead. So
Butthead, how-“
At that point I just gave up and headbutted him. Seemed appropriate.
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