...and there I am again, kicking, punching, and scratching. Another boy astonished that he was bruised. A pattern repeated so many times I thought there might be something wrong with me. Not them, but me.
Read More...and there I am again, kicking, punching, and scratching. Another boy astonished that he was bruised. A pattern repeated so many times I thought there might be something wrong with me. Not them, but me.
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