In English, we are reading Les Miserables. And we're aren't watching the musical either. Not that I've seen the musical, it's just that it'd be easier to follow than the book. THE BOOK THAT CUTS LIKE A GIANT BUNCH OUT OF FANTINE!
As you can see, I am *le miserable. I don't like the book because it's confusing and boring and it's ugh.
And on a somewhat related note, I am *le miserable because I found out today that the stitches on my right index finger didn't heal together, so now I may need plastic surgery.
Cheese Face out.
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