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When I was a kid, there was another kid named Andy, who used to always yell horrible stuff at me, when we got off the bus. One day, I slammed his head against a chainlink fence, but his head came down on one of the decorative spikes on the fence support, and he began gushing blood. He moved away over the summer, but I know he must have a wicked scar... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you that badly, Andy.
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