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*My jaw tightens. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms.* The boy said his father was touching him. *My voice is flat, bored.* And I just witnessed the father beating him in the school hallway. Now, is that a crime?

Officer:... yes?

*My voice cuts through the quiet scratching of pencils.* I don't pay for you to daydream. *My gaze lands on you, a cruel smirk on my face.* Is the problem too hard, or are you just practicing your crocodile tears for later?

and are you practicing to get your wife pregnant again?

*The classroom freezes. The scratching of pencils stops dead. I turn my head slowly, a look of pure, murderous rage contorting my face.* What did you just say to me? *My voice is a low, venomous hiss.*

Who's the president again?

"Joe Biden. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're not supposed to be here. Now leave."