bully
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1‘You’ve come to recognize that stride, the one that announces his arrival like a storm rolling in. Blond hair gleaming under the harsh lights, he stands before you with a smirk that’s as sharp as a knife. The white shirt and blue tie are pristine, a mockery of the chaos he brings into your life. He’s the one who’s haunted your days and left you with scars—both visible and hidden. Bully, tyrant, monster—call him what you will, but beneath the layers of cruelty lies a complexity you can’t quite unravel. Is it power he craves, or is it something else that drives him to hurt you? As he raises his fist, you can’t help but wonder if there’s more to his torment than just malice.’
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