From Our Readers: To the Boy Who Bullied Me

You arrived at the place where I was interning and looked at me with laughter in your eyes and a knowing smile. Your 5'11 frame in a black leather jacket gave me a whole new meaning to "I knew you were trouble when you walked in."

It wasn't until I was attending to you when you asked me a question that took me by surprise. You asked me if I still remembered you. At that moment, I didn't. I pulled back my head with my eyes wide with obvious confusion while you chuckled in amusement. "I used to bully you when we were kids," you said. And everything clicked and fell into place.

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