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fuaqqqqaasckckkkk my nipples are puffy i hope i dont have gyno mate my frined in the gym said i didnt have gyno. but they keep squeezing my hoobs and shit man. my dick and balls they keep touching my dick and balls at school
 
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fuaqqqqaasckckkkk my nipples are puffy i hope i dont have gyno mate my frined in the gym said i didnt have gyno. but they keep squeezing my hoobs and shit man. my dick and balls they keep touching my dick and balls at school
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thats what i’m good would sai indeed
 
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thats what i’m good would sai indeed
Right now I’m a graphic designer, I have a good life and a wife. Back in high school, there used to be a lot of bullying going on. These bullies would attack people and act tough. One day, these thugs decided to mess with me. But I pretended to be a weak, submissive person. In reality, I was into martial arts back then, so most people couldn’t really do anything to me. Still, these bullies always roamed around in groups of five or six, so I couldn’t do much. Even the school principal didn’t care about them — if something happened, he would just brush it off.





One day in the cafeteria, the bullies started picking on kids who were just minding their own business, making fun of their physical features. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went over to them and said: “What do you think you’re doing? If you’re so tough, then pick on me.”





After I said that, one of them smacked the back of my neck hard. I turned around and cursed at him. He got angry and was about to punch me in the jaw, but I grabbed his arm and twisted it. In my anger, I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground. Yes, that’s what happened — I saw the pain on his face. But my conscience didn’t let me go further, so I apologized to him.





The others tried to attack me too. I took a few punches, but it didn’t matter — I took them all down. After that incident, I swore I would never get into another fight again. The principal, of course, got angry, but since the whole school was on my side, the bullies were expelled.





Every time I think about this, I still get angry, but my wife always comforts me. Do you think the problem is me?
 
Right now I’m a graphic designer, I have a good life and a wife. Back in high school, there used to be a lot of bullying going on. These bullies would attack people and act tough. One day, these thugs decided to mess with me. But I pretended to be a weak, submissive person. In reality, I was into martial arts back then, so most people couldn’t really do anything to me. Still, these bullies always roamed around in groups of five or six, so I couldn’t do much. Even the school principal didn’t care about them — if something happened, he would just brush it off.





One day in the cafeteria, the bullies started picking on kids who were just minding their own business, making fun of their physical features. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went over to them and said: “What do you think you’re doing? If you’re so tough, then pick on me.”





After I said that, one of them smacked the back of my neck hard. I turned around and cursed at him. He got angry and was about to punch me in the jaw, but I grabbed his arm and twisted it. In my anger, I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground. Yes, that’s what happened — I saw the pain on his face. But my conscience didn’t let me go further, so I apologized to him.





The others tried to attack me too. I took a few punches, but it didn’t matter — I took them all down. After that incident, I swore I would never get into another fight again. The principal, of course, got angry, but since the whole school was on my side, the bullies were expelled.





Every time I think about this, I still get angry, but my wife always comforts me. Do you think the problem is me?
Can you repeat that?
 
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bhai buy me 10$ fortnite gift card! then i shall repeat.
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i see good he is. 8 tens and one dance
 

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