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I had my bully, and it was excruciating. Not only the bully, but the intimidation I felt.

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Robert Cormier
Age: 75 †
Born: 1925
Born: January 17
Died: 2000
Died: November 2
Author
Journalist
Writer
Bay State
Robert Edmund Cormier
Felt
Excruciating
Intimidation
Bully

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