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When I was in grade one, a girl in my class was bullied by other classmates, including a few girls and boys. They’d pull her hair, slap her, and she’d cry while running faster. They would then chase her. Nobody else noticed. She never complained either. They insisted me to join them, and I did for a few days and then final exams arrived, followed by summer vacations. While the holidays of two-and-a-half months were still going on, I self-reflected as a six-and-a-half-year