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Thanksgiving 2010 was a great dinner
for all of my family. Everyone enjoyed
our meal We had lots of leftovers for
the next day. I love the leftovers .

As I was making a lunch plate for
myself, the deranged one, Ray Wilkins,
came into the kitchen. He wanted to
clear all the leftovers, and throw
them in the garbage. I said no, I
am making a luncheon plate for myself.
Wait a moment please. I love leftovers.

Because I told him no, he was very
upset. He started screaming to the top
of his voice.Grabbed my face in his
hands and started squeezing,, and
continued to scream. I was frightened
at first, but I realized I must deal
with this.

I in return started to scream. I said,
Ok so you want to play crazy boy, well
let's play.
I continued to scream, grabbed his face
with my hands applying pressure as hard
as I could. He just kept on squeezing
my face in his hands.

Finially I broke away from him, ran for
the phone
 to call my son. Telling crazy
one,
Iam not going to take this from you. I'll
have you taken away and put in the
hospital

These are some of the reasons I do not
deal with this person. I try to keep my
distance at all times.

He is like dealing with a three hundred
pound, five year old spoiled child..Not
for me. I have no contact with this

person unles I absolutely have to.

(c) copyright heather burns