I had a girl who was absolutely nasty to me in elementary school notice me at an outdoor cafe downtown (as adults obviously). She approached “like we were old friends” and began spouting off about her life and what she’d been up to. The company I was with found her rude and it was obvious from the vibe at the table no one was interested, including me. I have one of those faces where you can completely read what I’m thinking. I remembered her, vividly, and my expression showed it. She was part of a gang of girls who picked on the shy, introverted girl because I was an easy target with my hand-me-down, dirty clothes and no friends. As an adult, however, I was more than capable of using my frosty voice to remind and shame her about her conduct and how I couldn’t give a damn about her life or what she was up to.

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