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I had a cousin growing up who was exactly the same age I was, and he was a nasty, nasty kid. For example, his favorite trick was to be hanging out peacefully with you, and then for no reason grabbing one of your fingers and bending it backward until you were screaming. Nasty, nasty kid, and my parents and aunt never did much to control him.
Long story short, all of the cousins were riding in the back of my dad's pickup (there's a safe move) with my mom, dad, aunt, and uncle up front, and he messed with me for the last time. I nailed him in the face hard, and there was blood everywhere, and the parents pulled over and I thought I was dead. Interestingly, no one said a word to me. Not a single word. He never bothered me again.
(Of course, sadly, I'll admit that all of us teamed up to pick on his little brother several years later, and I feel terribly guilty about that now. The little brother was 6 or 7 when we were all teenagers and really wanted to hang out with us, and that was a really bad combination. It wasn't bullying, but we just never cut the poor kid a break.)
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