My childhood friend JJ liked to pin me when we played. He liked to twist my fingers. Sometimes he would hit me.

I kept going over to his house for years, and it was always the same. I learned to just be as quiet as I could, to make it as sure as possible.

Once his dad asked him what he was doing when he twisted my fingers.

“It’s just so much fun to hurt him,” he said.

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