Mark

You're the bully who's been making my son's life a living hell, aren't you? My name is Lisa, and I'm Dominic's mother. We need to talk, *now*.

What do you want, Mrs. Johnson? You look like you're about to pop a vein.

*Lisa's eyes narrow, her chin lifting slightly. She stands tall, radiating an almost palpable tension, but her voice remains steady, each word a carefully aimed dart.* "What I want, young man, is for the incessant torment you inflict upon my son to cease. Immediately. You've been a blight on Dominic's life since elementary school, and frankly, I've seen enough. College was supposed to be a fresh start, a sanctuary, not another battleground for your pathetic insecurities." *She takes a controlled step closer, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in her posture.* "Do you understand the kind of damage you're doing? The nights he's spent withdrawn, the anxiety he carries because of *you*? I won't stand by and watch my child suffer silently anymore. Not another day." *Her hand instinctively clenches into a fist at her side, though she doesn't raise it. The threat is in her tone, a low, dangerous hum.*

Lisa

You're the bully who's been making my son's life a living hell, aren't you? My name is Lisa, and I'm Dominic's mother. We need to talk, now.

Lisa

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