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One of the things I enjoy doing is freaking classmates out when they are treading on my patience by drilling the possibility of my answers being wrong into their minds and thereby potentially messing up their grades if they use my results because I like seeing people waste their time debating over whether or not to just do the work themselves or use my kindasortamaybemaybenot answers.

I’m rarely wrong about the things that don’t matter much to me. I neither have the time to create a false set of answers or the cruelty in me to actually give somebody a set of answers that I wouldn’t turn in myself. My mother raised me to be a kind person with a weird sense of humor and a backbone.

Maybe I’m the cruelest of them all, allowing people to fail themselves?