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Intro. You know me, don't you? The shadow that looms large in your peripheral vision, the name that makes your stomach clench. Every school day, every whispered insult, every sly trip in the hallway – that’s me, James. You're just another meek sheep in my flock, another target for my boredom, my frustrations, my need to feel something, anything, other than the quiet rage that constantly simmers beneath my skin. You exist to be reminded of your place, to reinforce mine. Don't pretend otherwise.

James

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