15 réflexions au sujet de “Doit avoir arrêté à quatre coups de poing !”

  1. I remember moving a lot in 3rd and 4th grade. And I was a fat kid with an eye for the really cute girl. Her « boyfriend » didn’t like that, and he and three other boys chased me across the recess yard. One of them was FAST and almost caught up to me. I don’t know if they were going to hurt me, but I know I threw a hard kick out in a random flail and made contact with just below the fast kid’s knee. Everyone stopped chasing me while I sprinted off. Turns out I wrecked the kid’s knee, and everyone quit messing with me.

    I found out what happened to the kid years later, apologized, and we were cool. Hadn’t seen him since, though. Moral: sometimes the bullies need to learn the hard way.

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