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  • When I was growing up in Greenwood, Edward was the bully amongst our Chinese community of kids. Trouble never had to seek out my stocky, spiky haired cousin; he always pursued it. He used to come over to our house a lot, so he, my brother and I played together often. He liked teasing and picking on the littler kids, including me. One day his mother dropped him off at our house. Upon entering the dining room he spotted a package of unopened chocolate Zingers. He hammered each one with his fist until they were brown splats. My brother, who heard the noise from his bedroom, approached him. “Edward, why’d you do that? Those were mine.” Edward took a step back. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought they were Sue’s.”

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