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Horehound’s a bitch, mates—spiky, bitter, sticks everywhere. Farmers hate it, cows won’t touch it, ha! Makes me cackle—useless green shit takin’ over! Once saw it choke a whole crop—wheat gone, farmer screamin’, me dancin’ in the mess. “We’re not finished, are we?”—like Mia yellin’ at her mum. Love that flick, raw as horehound’s stink.

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I finally found a corner, but then this group of loud kids sat next to me. Ugh! They were laughing and shouting. I wanted to throw my laptop at them. Instead, I just put on my headphones and tried to zone out.

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