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The reunion reminded me of middle school, when I decided to take down the queen bee in my clique of mean 6th graders. Only I wish it had ended here as it did for me in 6th grade, with my gym teacher grabbing us by the ears and dragging us into her office.
It was hard to sit through. My roommate kept coming out of his room and asking me if I was sure I wanted to finish it.
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I prefer to think of it as people caring loudly at me.
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