I left the campus and went to my apartment in town.
After a nice shower and change of clothes, I felt so much better, but it was still eating at me.
There’s no way I was able to be verbally vanquished by that tomboyish basketball player Taylor.
I wasn’t sure if I could ever reconcile with her, but I couldn’t remember her making fun of me until that little comment at the tutoring center.
Was I the one who’s a bully?
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