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I used to call myself “the king” in primary school and bully other kids and make them my jesters or servants. Some I even deemed peasants. Then one day our teacher heard about it and ripped me in front of the whole class. Proper had a go at me and said loads of sarcastic and rhetorical things that my tiny brain couldn’t compute. I burts into tears in front of everyone and I remember the shock on my victims faces as they realised I wasn’t the badass 7 year old I made out to be. Things were never the same after that