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My music teacher in 2nd grade was Mr. Dillon. Every Tuesday in music class he'd sing a song about animals, and he'd make his arms and hands into a big set of jaws and yell "I'm a hungry alligator!", and use his jaw hands to tickle my stomach, and I'd pee my pants every single time. Eventually my mom started sending a second pair of pants and underwear in my backpack every Tuesday. He only did it to me and I peed every single time. In middle school I heard Mr. Dillon had been in a terrible chainsaw accident, and I couldn't have been happier.
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