I know you had problems as a kid. You were from a divorced home and things weren't good. But that did not give you the excuse to be so horrible. You treated me and my friends dreadfully and made us hate coming to school. The day you groped me from behind while we were lining up for recess was the worst. I still can picture your face when I turned around - you were all smug and pleased with yourself. If I had the guts, I would have hit you, but I was 11.
You deserved it when my friend's brother beat you up for bothering us.
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