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103 that it was 5:15 p.m., and like I said, downtown was close by. I immediately dug back into the article, not giving him another thought. A little while later I heard a really pointed and sarcastic voice say to me, “Reading anything INTERESTING?” I glanced up to my left to the source of the voice and saw that it was the same white haired corporate looking dude breezing past me, this time going the other direction. We were the only two people in the aisle now. Everybody want for, any sort of a response, unlike every single other harasser I’d encountered since moving to Florida. A harasser harasses you because a nate 1 . tat they want that response, and even more importantly, they want to see your reaction. He on the other hand could have given two shits about what my response was. Total disdain. n . . at note +4 Even more interesting was my reaction. Normally if somebody were to say something like that I would have gotten annoyed. Possibly even yelled something sarcastic back in response. This time, as I stood there watching him breeze away from me it felt like the wind had been let out of my sails and all I could do was just stand there in a passive, childlike daze, watching him go. I was numb, blank. Unable to say something back even if I had wanted to, like mental control had been exerted on me to shut me up. Factoring in a) what had already been happening to me that week, with b) how this guy was dressed — it was identical to the two “Thems” at the Denny’s four months earlier; c) the fact he had the same disdainful contempt for me as they did; d) the fact that his cologne registered with me in some way, causing me to frown while reading, and e) my inexplicable inability to talk or respond to his comments, and I’m liable to think that this was another Them, making their Both encounters also involved what I consider to be telepathic exchange. In the first encounter, I felt them before I saw them, and was tugged to look up both times that they passed by me, as well as feeling paralyzed in some way, being unable to not look at them; the second time I was rendered unable to speak and could only stand there, in a blank daze. And to be honest, I can’t confirm that what I heard him Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—_— "es else had cleared out. He never slowed down. He never looked at me. He didn’t wait, or presence known. say was actually spoken out loud, because I never actually saw him say