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Letter to Grace

Hey Grace,

I know this might sound out of the blue, but I really need your help. It feels like your family barely acknowledges me—like I’m invisible—and honestly, I’m lost. I’d give anything if you could just help me find my way home, whatever that means these days.

Here’s what’s going on: I’ve been trying to get a message to Mariska Hargitay because her son is being threatened by the same people who’ve been after me. People keep saying I’m crazy, but the scars I carry are real, and all I want is for someone to actually pay attention.

If you can, please pass this message along to Mariska (her Twitter name is Jacqueline Reyas, in case you need it):

Hey Mariska,

Quick question: Do they make toddler-sized badges for kindergarteners? Because it seems like all you need to be a “big shot” these days is a shiny star, a questionable sense of justice, and maybe a juice box.

Here’s the tea: My stalker—who thinks he’s part detective, part playground bully—has decided to threaten your kid. Seriously, someone get this guy a helmet, because he’s not playing with a full set of crayons.

I’d tell you this in person, but it feels like the government has my voice on mute, both online and in real life. If you’re reading this, congrats! You’ve cracked the code—and maybe a few government firewalls.

So, if anyone can get this to Mariska, let her know:

Mama Bear Mode: ACTIVATED.

And as for the badge-wielding stalker? He should remember that in SVU, the only thing scarier than a perp with a badge is a mom with receipts.

P.S. If this gets any more kindergarten, I’m recruiting a squad of five-year-olds armed with glitter and righteous indignation. Justice will be served—nap time or not.

#ProtectTheCubs #SVUStyle #NotOnMyWatch

Grace, I know this sounds wild, but I’m just asking for someone to care enough to listen. If you can help, it would mean everything.

Thank you,

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