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When I was in 6th grade, there were these mean bully girls who drove me crazy. One day I decided to stand up to them, or at least one of them, by picking a fight with her in the school's gym locker room.
I advanced, went to kick her (didn't know how to fight . . . duh) and on the swing, my other foot slipped on the wet floor and I ended up on my back, head hit the floor, stars spinning over my head.
When I'd recovered, they'd gone. I guess I kicked my own ass that day, which takes considerable talent.
They never really bothered me after that, though. I suppose they figured I wasn't worth the effort. Either way, I guess it worked out.
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