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When I was 13 I pushed a boy down and made him cry. For some reason it excited me. This boy wouldn;t leave me a lone. He would stand and stare at me from across the field. He asked me if I was really Indian and made the sound hitting his mouth. You would have thought that after pushing him down he's be more careful, right? lol
So I told him I really was an Indian and we should play cowboy and Indians. Somehow I was able to tie him to a tree. I tied him really good and he cried some more but I wouldn't let him go. My friend, a pretty sexy thing found us and the two of us tormented him. We didnt hurt him really but we sure had fun. I wasnt really a bully. He just needed to learn his lesson. I often wondered how that boy turned out in this world today. |
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