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Got a story about how I got ptsd literally out of hating someone
>be me
>in 2nd or 3rd grade
>decided to bring my lego darth vader
>assfucker comes up to me
>"Hey that's a cool toy anon, wanna trade?"
>pulls out the coolest hotwheel toy I've ever seen
>I didn't want to give away my lego darth but I still wanted to play around with the hotwheel
>"yeah man but only for a day"
>he gives me his shit, I give him mine
>the day finally comes
>I want to give the toy back so I can have mine
>I tell him about it and he's like wait and stuff
>the day is coming to an end
>he stops me before he goes into the bus
>he opens his backpack, clearly wanting the toy back
>lo and behold, there was no lego darth vader to be found
>starts begging for the toy back because the bus has to go
>starts telling me it's his little brother and stuff
>finally give in, thinking he'll give it back tomorrow
>THEN THE FUCKER RUNS TOWARDS THE BUS
>runningskeletor.png
>THIS SHIT WAS PLANNED
>THE FUCKING BUS WAS HIS GETAWAY DRIVER
I'm a happy man anon but whenever I think of hotwheels, brimming rage spews within me
