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June 24, 2014


Diane Walker

Love this story. In sixth grade we used to shoot green peas and mashed potato balls at our music teacher who always sat with her back to us in the lunchroom. Thank goodness we were bad shots or we could have been in big trouble. Did not have enough sense to know that back then. We just thought it was hilarious.

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