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I would just consider it a compliment Metro. In the 8th grade I was a tiny fellow. A fellow class member who had flunked two grades decided to make me his punching bag. I finally started thanking him for hitting me, and I guess that and the objections of others finally induced him to stop.
A few years later when I was 6 feet tall and had been doing hard manual labor for 4 years, and could dead lift close to 500 pounds and total loss your car with my bare hands, I ran into him working at a gas station. I walked up to him (he didn't recognise me) and gave him a nice sharp charlie horse in the bicep, just like he had done to me many times.
When he realized who I was he just about peed his pants running away from me.
regards
Mech
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