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When I was little there was a boy in my neighborhood we both went to the same school he used to bully with his friends constantly everyday at the bus stop, take my lunch, money, and whatever he wanted really. I was always mad that I couldn't do anything since I was afraid but, just recently I finally saw the truth; When dropped off the bus his father was waiting there and they walked around and I heard something crack and him screaming and yelling then they walked back from the corner and I could see he was crying. The entire time he was bullying others was because he was being hit by his parents...
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