Y-e-a-h, I’ve never gotten an apology. Not a single one. Instead, when I see them around town, I just walk the other way and ignore them. Now, most of the girls who tortured me in our youth are overweight, broke, divorced, some I found struggled to feed and clothe their kids and later their grandkids. I don’t hate them anymore, I just pity them, and appreciate the karma — though I’d never wish a hard life on their kids or grandkids.

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