Panera 7th Street and Russell

Right now, in the booth behind me (they got here after me) are two white older males (60s?) lying about me.  One man said, “She talks about her mother in public” and I was getting up to go to the restroom and I said straight up to them, “I don’t talk about my mother”.  I’m so sick of this shit.  They’re still in the booth behind me, talking and laughing about me being tortured and they ARE predatory organized stalkers.  Or, if you prefer, they are stalkers.  I don’t even know these motherfuckers.  Fuck.this.shit.

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