When I was in fifth grade, I was teased ruthlessly each morning on the bus to school. I had frizzy hair I tried to style like Farrah Faucet’s and buck teeth. I was awkward and had a tendency to brown-nose. Worst of all, my bus stop was the last one, giving
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May 24 2010, 02:25 PM
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