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Jim 7

I've been grappling with Mitt's revelation myself. I was bullied as a kid, and it slants all my memories of that time. A few years ago a guy that was on my little league team ran into my sister and told her a story about me bullying him. I didn't remember the event when she told me about it. It seemed so out-of-character for me and the narrative that I'd constructed about my childhood that I couldn't believe it at first. But, over time, I have remembered that day, and I have apologized to my teammate.
What worries me now is, what other things don't I remember?

Batocchio

Well done, Lance.

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