“Look at them titties! He could nurse panthers with them things.” It was a familiar voice. Adam, the boy who’d pushed me into a ditch in front of the upperclassmen. He and I were a jointly functioning pair: bully and bullied. We were in the locker room getting ready for a Shirts Against Skins basketball scrimmage. God, please make me a shirt, I begged, …
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