I remember the name and faces of these bullies like it was yesterday. I remember being afraid to walk down the hall, afraid to get on the school bus and afraid of violent confrontations. My twin was going through the same thing, but the odd thing is, we seldom, if ever, talked about it. It was like we didn’t have to speak the words. We both knew all we had was each other.
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