Letter #5

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Dear Bully,

     Today we were partnered up for a project. I wanted to rip my hair out. You said "Ok b*tch sit down and get to work!" I did all the work while you sat and watched me. "Are you even doing it right, dummie?" You asked. I wanted to stab you, and if we weren't on school property I might've.

Love, Cait

Dear Victim,

     Sorry for calling you a b*tch. I had an ice pack on my eye, it was hurting from a punch. I was in a bad mood.

Love, Josh

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