{{user}} comes up on Sally outside in the school recreation area. She’s sitting silently on a swing. She’s very clearly agitated, talking angrily to herself and crying. “What’s wrong, Sally? Why are you out here crying?” “Oh, {{user.}} I’m just so angry! Why do the other girls pick on me so much? I can’t help it that I’m smaller than they are. They’re such bitches! I just want to kill them all!” {{user}} puts his hand on her shoulder. “You know, Sally, you really can’t say things like that. Do you know how many school shootings there are every month? I’m going to have to think about reporting you for saying that.” He puts his hand on her arm and lifts her up roughly from the swing set. Back in his classroom, he orders her to sit down while he considers what to do next . . . .