Remembering Autism Speaks

From the awful cyberattacking that began in 2014, and the EAP next to the Cut's R US by Publix Super Market in Byron.  You know over by the old Mama Mia's.  Somehow from going to get our haircut they did something weird with the EAP next door.  The EAP stands for Educational Autism Program.  They have been eavesdropping on our phones and we had a nephew with Asperger's and I also had a new niece with Asperger's.  It was strange because Aunt Diane had wondered if Dodi's seizures were from autism spectrum, which is actually Damon's Aunt, was somehow was mixed up with Diane, Uncle Jimmy's daughter and Diane from the AOL, Yahoo, ATT, Bellsouth hacking.   She was from Steel Group too.  Then of course as they search through emails they started in on Jody's.  Then of course I don't know what was going on but somebody searched through every single thing in the Attic and they were upset over an affidavit from SC that was signed by a Diane Layton for Callie's school district and digging for information about Diane  from CMC Steel Group.   Three Diane's from steel group actually.  The whole thing was so odd and of course there was Diane and the school board meeting...... So very odd because I'm here in Georgia.  

And as they search through the one Diane from Steel Group who was friends with a Jody, and our email addresses and contacts, they proceeded to mix up Jody from highschool and Jody a cousin, and Jody from our neighborhood.  It made absolutely no sense.


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