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to An eight year old he was a massive jerk
He didn’t beat me up or anything
It was things like taking my lunch or throwing my books out the window, throwing balls of paper at my head when the teacher wasn’t in the room
Things like that
And it wasn’t an everyday thing, and it wasn’t like I was dreading going to school because of him
But it was enough that I didn’t want him at my party
He didn’t beat me up or anything
It was things like taking my lunch or throwing my books out the window, throwing balls of paper at my head when the teacher wasn’t in the room
Things like that
And it wasn’t an everyday thing, and it wasn’t like I was dreading going to school because of him
But it was enough that I didn’t want him at my party