I am

Well Stoic, or one of his family members, without warning, cancelled my phone today and changed the password so I can't even make a payment.

I'm at a loss for words.
One of my long time friends asked me shortly after I found out whether I was "through being nice?"

I am.

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  1. PaxfordAugust 23, 2012 at 2:26 PM

    Well that was petty of them :(

    Sending hugs

    Pax

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  2. RedAugust 23, 2012 at 2:53 PM

    It's time to go to the mattresses...

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  3. The Mendon FoodieAugust 23, 2012 at 5:26 PM

    bastards.

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  4. vixen kittenSeptember 18, 2012 at 4:10 PM

    And this post would explain why I can't reach you. *sigh*

    I miss you and love you lots.

    xoxo
    ~vk~

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