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Do or Die

Or option C - suffer in silence. And listen to music that no one else wants to listen to. Then proceed to dance like no one's watching. Even if someone is watching. If at this point you still feel the urge to spontaneously combust, roll around in a whiny fit (read: like a small, ill-tempered child). Be sure to throw in a few stomps and hair mussing for good measure. Because everyone has feet of clay, you are more than welcome to a regular amount of tantrums weekly.

Just in case none of these options are enough: give them hell and don't take shit from anyone.
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