Mrs. Saunders: te will be flying to Devon, England Dylan.
Dylan: Alright. Um when?
Mrs. Saunders: Now. See te successivo semester.
Dylan: Oh-okay.
Mrs. Saunders: te have all of your things don’t you?
Dylan: Yeah, of course I do.
Mrs. Saunders: te don’t need to bring your guitar.
Dylan: But I need to learn.
Mrs. Saunders: No, (Throws chitarra onto table) te don’t need it. te are a girl who has potential as being a politician.
Dylan: A what?
Mrs. Saunders: Exactly my point. te need to pay più attention to what I am teaching you.
Dylan: But I want to just pass in school. No career deciding until I...
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