The bully had to go. That hit me like a brick on a cold rainy afternoon full of thunder, lightning, and flooding. The storm accentuated the thought like a film soundtrack building in crescendo to that moment when the hero finally prevails over the villain. Dark clouds hung heavy in the sky spreading out murky shadows in our office complex. I remember the day clearly. Every minute crystal in the deepest recesses of my mind. And the tears. Oh, yes there were buckets of those too. The bully had to go. And that meant one thing: The bully must die.

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