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IN 8th grade there was a bully named Josh that used to give me shit constantly. He should have been in 10th grade by then, but had flunked twice and was HUGE.
On two occasions he got me riled up enough to hit him. The second time, i punched him in the side of the cheek hard enough to give him a bloody nose and cross one of his eyes. He left me alone after that.
Not bad, considering i was under 5' and about 80 lbs at the time.
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