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There was a kid in HS that I used to give a rash of shit to. He always seemed to just take it and to me that made him an easy target. A few years ago he told my wife that he went to school with me and that I was the meanest person he ever knew then and that I made his life miserable. At that time I rationalized and convinced myself that what I did was a boyish thing and he could have defended himself at any time (he was quite a bit larger than me). A few years later he died in a motorcycle accident and only then did it dawn on me that (other than dying) I was probably one of the biggest negatives in another person's life. I'll always regret that.
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