But his game was not talking. He did very little of it. Usually his talk was limited to very direct threats. It was no longer just my emotions I had to contend with ...it was physical bullying. And it was not beneath his dignity to get friends to help trick me into the vicious circle of eager bystanders. They would join in the act of tripping me and shoving me to the ground, so he could leap on me and begin pummeling me with his fists.
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