Chapter 9

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Dear bully,

Yesterday was hard. It was hard to get up in the morning. It hurt. Maybe I deserve it? I don't know. My friends have  started to call me names; and sticks and stones may break my bones but words will rip my flesh apart. You beat me again today while telling me how worthless and fat I am. Maybe I am fat. Maybe that's why you don't like me anymore.

Dose that make you happy?

Does that make you happy?// Dear bully Место, где живут истории. Откройте их для себя