Only underlined - Char

Only italics - A

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"Hello, Mr. Finley. I'm Lisa McCloy, Kevin's mother. He left me a text, asking to call you."

"Did he cause any trouble or inconvenience in the school?"

"Whoo! What did he do? Did he leave cockroaches in a teacher's suitcase or peed in it? Did he lock a teacher in the bathroom and then dump goo on him? Oh, maybe he painted graffiti all over the lockers and hallways! Maybe he put glue on the teacher's chair that's why you're calling me. I've told him multiple times not to pull that prank. It's too old! I used to do that during my time."

"I definitely need to teach him some new pranks. Kids these days are so boring. He needs to hang out with my group of friends. We'd teach him some fun pranks. That boy needs to make his parents proud. Don't you think so, Mr. Finley? You must know some golden pranks yourself, care to teach my son?"

"Oh, such a pity! You've wasted your whole life being a teacher's pet? No wonder my son isn't pulling pranks anymore. You guys are killing his zest! What kind of teacher are you?"

"WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"I can't believe he got caught using cellphone!"

"I thought I taught him better! Who gets caught using cellphone in a classroom? He should have known how to use it discreetly! That's such a shame! He's going to get an earful from me tonight."

"No, Mr. Finley, you don't understand how important this issue is! I have to deal with it by myself. Thanks a lot for letting me know about this! Have a good day!"

*beep beep*

"I think you traumatized that old man, Char."