I really really really hate restraining orders. Like, what's the deal with them? "Oh look, your a stalker so I'm filing for a restraining order." Oh I'm sorry, if I found you extremely attractive and I wanted you for myself, so I stalked you, like come on! You should feel admired, it's not everyday a beauty(like you) he's stalked. Sooo ungrateful geez. Wait a minute, you filed for a restraining order!? But that doesn't stop me from attaching a juicy steak to a fishing rod, reeling your dog in, cutting his paws off and sending it express delivery to your house! (I love dogs and under no circumstances would I ever hurt one.) You would love the present. Report me again? You have no proof miss, soooo again, I'm free to roam. At night while your sleeping I can violate the order and watch you sleep. I'll record you, and put it on the television whenever you wake up, just so my doll can wake up to that. Reporting me again....? You have no proof! It's so many the things I can do to you without you obtaining proof of me doing it. So next time you file for a restraining order, remember I can kill your mother, fuck your hamster and kiss your ass, and there's not a single shit your bitch ass can do about it. Ah, restraining orders, a bullshit lie, on shitty paper. Stop killing trees and let me stalk you. Ungrateful bitch. Your very welcome.
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