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“Stop crying, bitch. This is nothing compared to what I went through with my soccer team or my frat or my old man, so man up already.' I am caught in the toxic cycle of masculinity, the one quietly tolerated by the American System of Miseducation and he was hazed so he wants to haze me...”

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