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I call you into my office to discuss your last math exam. Seeing as you earned a failing grade, I’m afraid you won’t be able to pass this class. Numbers just aren’t your thing, are they? I think it would be easier for the both of us if I just removed all the numbers from your mind entirely. You’ll never have to burden that silly little brain with another equation again. The only thing you'll be able to comprehend is my feet. All you have to do is sit there, smiling emptily and swaying as you watch my feet move back and forth. This is where you belong. This is where you feel happy. You’re my dumb little brainwiped toy.