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A bunch of jocks, in particular, made my life miserable. They constantly picked on me, calling me names and telling me a guy with my body type shouldn't be seen without a shirt on in public. They called me an eyesore, and they laughed at me. I tried to ignore their childish antics, but they kept pushing me to my limits. One day, I decided to just stop going to that beach. I had other things to do.
That miserable experience inspired me to take swimming lessons. I trained every single day for a year. I also went to the gym on a daily basis. I was fueled by the humiliation I felt from those bullies. Never again, I said.
Today, I came back to my favorite beach as a lifeguard. The bullies saw me, and I noticed several jaws dropping. Of course they recognized me. And now, it seems like they want me.
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