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I walked up to him openly, almost like I wanted him to stop me — because I knew he would. And he did. He grabbed my wrist as I tried to move forward, exactly as I expected. But in that moment, I pushed the hot metal against his forearm as hard as I could. What happened next is something I’ll never forget — the sound of his scream, the realization of what I had just done, and the instant feeling of regret that hit me right after. He ended up with a scar that lasted for years.