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This reminds me of when I was six years old. I dominated my whole block in Big Wheel racing. I was a beast on the Big Wheel and flat out beat any challenger.
One day, after decimating the whole neighborhood, I was going up against Stevie. Stevie was year younger than me and really skinny.
Before the race, a few other kids quietly approached me and said "Hey, just let Stevie win. You could totally beat him, but just let him win a race for once."
So I pulled back and let him win at the end.
A soon as he crossed the finish line, the kids cheered and lifted him on their shoulders, and some of them came over and started hitting my Big Wheel with whiffle ball bats, saying I lost and I sucked.
I never did that again.
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