Joy Corwin

When I was in sixth grade, a boy in my little country school called me a bad word. I knew it was a bad word because he said it, and "Chris" was that bully we all avoided. Looking back now, I see that Chris had his own set of problems, but, at the time, I avoided him like the cooties that all elementary school children abhor.

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