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I am calling the fucking cops on Alex Gadberry.
I don't fucking care if he's at college.
They need to have a chit chat with him.
This weekend.
I'm making the call.
They can track him down in Boston.
Or call his fucking mom and get his contact information.
I really don't care how they get in touch with him.
Just as long as I stop seeing him BLATANTLY FUCKING LIE to other people about the whole situation.
Which I was told he wasn't even allowed to discuss with other people.
I was told that they could 99.9% guarentee me that Alex would not fucking say anything about any such incident at Seaworld.
What the fuck.
It's not fucking amusing.
And to all you bastards that think it is, you've obviously never been through something that traumatic.
You have no idea what it's like.
So don't even try to pretend.
Alex Gadberry is getting the cops called on him.
I can't deal with this constant attack anymore.
Keith shall also be getting a phone call.
I don't even know the kid and he feels the need to attack me.
I thought I was done with all of his FUCKING BULLSHIT.
FUCKING RETARDED.
The end.