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... lly, like drifting clouds, slowly washed away by the flow of time.
But others seem embedded in your very flesh and bones, forever etched deep in the soul, impossible to forget even if you tried.
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She recalled her early elementary school days. Because of her introverted and quiet nature, the boys in her class always took pleasure in bullying her.
During class, they would tug at her ponytail, call her all kinds of awful nicknames, or snatch her backpack and toss ...
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