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pettyrevenge:

When I was 7 years old, there was a boy (let’s call him C) from school who would always bully me about my lisp. When it was around Christmas time, our teachers told us all to write Christmas cards to each other and put them in a postbox outside the cafeteria, they would all be delivered to the people they were addressed to. So I wrote one to the headmistress and filled it with swear words, but signed it with C’s name. The next day we were in English class and our headmistress came in and asked to talk with C, she took him outside and closed the door then all we could hear was her shouting at him. His parents were called in too. He still went on to bully me about my lisp but it makes me feel good to know that I fucked up his day so much.

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