My younger brother told me that I beat up a shithead bully at his bus stop when we were kids. I don’t remember it, but it was an important moment for him, having me protect him. Memory is weird.
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My younger brother told me that I beat up a shithead bully at his bus stop when we were kids. I don’t remember it, but it was an important moment for him, having me protect him. Memory is weird.