Sorry, I’m busy

When I was 10, a girl at my school, tall for her age, was my bully.

She bullied me because she was unhappy. I dreamt I killed her with a wooden spoon. I think she wanted to be friends. But she was too mean. I didn’t like her and avoided her when I could.

Eventually I changed schools and rarely thought about her thereafter.

Recently I heard she had moved to the same state as me. She wanted to contact me. To be friends, maybe? Maybe she was lonely, or maybe she just wanted someone to talk to. Someone gave me her details. I threw them away.

Nope. No.

Sorry, I’m busy.

Sorry, I’m Busy

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