The child wanted the bully's red bicycle, but he knew to take it away would be going against a pecking order that had been around forever.

He walked up to the bully, who was sitting on the slightly oversized bike, and asked if he could ride it.

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As soon as Roger grabbed my wrist, I knew the spell was broken. Silence had been my way of being. Silence, yes, on the outside. But inside? Screaming. Screaming an Ella Fitzgerald glass shattering scream. But Roger's fat fist around my bloodless w...   [Read more...]