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so the mom throws me out of the car. The dad reaches in and grabs the keys and keeps them. The mom keeps yelling, "what the fuck were you thinking!?" OVER AND OVER again.
I told them to call my mom, and ask her. They called my mom and asked her if she knew what I was doing, she replied, “Yes I do”. They hung up the phone and then once again started yelling obscenities, this time directed at me. Mrs. Stone asked me what my last name was, “What’s your last name!? Mohammed!?”. I was laughing with disbelief, “You actually think that I’m arab?” she didn’t respond. Mrs. Stone then asked me where I lived, I said, “Tanoan”, “OOOOO, Tanoan” is what she responded with, she didn’t say anything after that, I guess she thought that I thought I was better than she was
While they were cursing at us, Mrs. Stone threw the keys on the ground attempting to break them, after realizing she did not have the strength she hostly picked them up again. Over the time of about 15 minutes, she tried to hurt me in some way, grabbing my shirt very forcefully and trying to throw me to the ground. Mr. Stone, realized what his wife was doing and tried to get her off of me. I didn’t try to fight her because I knew it would be better if I just put my arms at my side, which I did.
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