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The Bully by Rachel I looked down at my white blouse.It was torn and it was muddy. I hate having to go to the principal’s office. My Mom would be as mad as bees around a honey jar, but today, I didn’t mind.
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The Bully by Rachel I looked down at my white blouse.It was torn and it was muddy. I hate having to go to the principal’s office. My Mom would be as mad as bees around a honey jar, but today, I didn’t mind.