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Fleeting thoughts: Bullies

Fourth grade. Waterbury, Connecticut. I’m back at my old school. Construction paper animal cutouts pinned to the hallway walls. Stinky multi-color cubbies. Cafeteria tables stained with grape juice spills. I’m in the bathroom, peeing, when I hear the main door slam against the wall, the squelch of my usual tormentors’ Mary Janes as they find their way towards me.

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