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Now, today's first story comes from Pushy One who says me, 26 male, tormentor from school,

26 female. Can people really change? And if so, how much?

There is no other way to say this.

She was a bully to me in middle school, humiliated me in early high school and thankfully

ignored me our senior year.

She was always the popular cheerleader type and when we were in middle school she would verbally

bully me and make fun of me and my appearance whenever she could and would do it as the leader

of a pack of she-wolves who would write fake notes to me and take photos of me and photoshop all

sorts of vile things and faster them all over the school. When we were in the 10th grade,

she catfishished me.

There wasn't even a word for it back then,

and eventually got myself and another guy to meet one another after school.

Both of us thinking that there was a cute new girl in school who liked us.

Needless to say, both of us were the butt of jokes for the rest of the school year.

Finally, by the middle of our junior and senior years, she thankfully forgets I exist. Flash forward to the present, I'm parking my car and getting ready to go into Wendy's for lunch when I hear my name being spoken by a person directly behind me.

I turned just in time to see my tormentor coming in for a hug.

My first reaction was to run because of our previous dealings with one another,

but she is quicker than I am.

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