"Ms. Johnson, why are giraffes called giraffes?"
"I don't know."
"Why not? You're our animal biology teacher."
"I have no idea why. Do you know?"
"No, that's why I am asking my teacher."
"Go to the principal's office, Angel."
"Got it."
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Dear My Stupid Curiosity
Teen FictionThey weren't in my head. They were in the world, roaming, viewing us in our most natural habitat. I let my curiosity get the best of me, and now everyone's trapped. So dear my curiosity, shut up! You're the one who is responsible.
