Every time I saw
him, I questioned my judgment of him.
Could this tall, smiling, good-looking man be worthy of such negative
feelings on my part? He always seemed to
be happy, and undoubtedly had some corny joke to tell. Any friend of mine who met him never had
anything but good things to say about him.
Of course, no one was ever around to witness this pleasant man become a
resentful, whining, almost vengeful creature.
What had I done to be turned on in such a hateful manner? I didn't think I had done anything to hurt
him. But he obviously decided that I was
only 12 years old and I did not have the courage yet to tell him to leave me
alone, he could take out on me the answer that racked him.
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