Haha dude first comment in a year hahah

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So today in Spanish class, my teacher told us that we would be listening to a song in Spanish. Already, I began to shake. I had a bad feeling about this. “Which one?” I ask shakily, not wanting to hear the answer. “Despacito” She responds. I begin to palpitate. My worst fears have been realized. I fade in and out of conciseness. I clamp my palms over my ears, but I know it’s futile. The song plays. I’m crying now. I curl up on the floor. There’s nothing I can do. And then it happens. The chorus plays. The girls in my class open their mouths. The shrieks of the damned and tortured fill my ears and bounce around my head. My eardrums rupture, blood coming out. I try to scream, but I cannot. I can only sit there, violently shaking as it happens to me. After what seems like hours, it’s finally over. I try to move, but I cannot. My brain shuts down as I fade to black. I muster the last of my energy, uttering the cursed word.

“Despacito”