With the paper in hand, you turn on the computer. You get ready to email it to your professor, but realize that you don't have a computer copy. Panic starts to set in. You didn't kill a person for nothing, did you? No. No. Mr. Wilson is an asshole, but he is a smart asshole. You're sure he'll let you turn it in tomorrow. You just have to email him. You type a little email up.
hi mr w ifinished papr and it done but i only have 1 copy so can I give it 2u 2maro thx bro
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