February 2012
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The yellow jacket
I was alone a lot growing up. Bullied daily at school, I came home wearing tear stained glasses almost everyday. When I was about 9, a particularly terrible incident had happened in the boys bathroom, but I was too embarrassed to sob in front of my family. So instead of going home I went to the nearby river park, where I knew of an abandoned sewage tunnel. I walked halfway into it, into the...
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