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I am the youngest of 6. I've been punched, kicked, bludgeoned with various objects, spit on, pushed off a rather large and steep hill with sharp rocks on it that ultimately led into a pond, my brother used to stick my head under the couch cushions, had horse manure thrown on me, dropkicked from the top of a stack of hay, hit by a bail of hay (we made a hay castle that day), titty twisters, "whats this" "a brain sucker" "what's it doing?" "starving", hide and seek games that involve going out into the woods and everyone running away but you, I found a frog once and my brother pretended like he ran over it with the lawn mower, boogers on the pop can, face full of hose while you were walking to the bus stop.
That's the usual stuff. It wasn't even sibling rivaly, mom loved everyone, it was concentrated sadism and living on a farm that triggered this.
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"I went shopping last night at like 1am. The place was empty and this old woman just making polite conversation said to me, 'where is everyone??' I replied, 'In bed, same place you and I should be!' Took me ten minutes to figure out why she gave me a dirty look." --Some guy
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