Sunday, September 29, 2024 (UPDATE: 18:38)

08:15

I'm at the Common Grounds Coffeehouse, located at 4321 SE Hawthorne, 97215. Sitting on the couch, my personal ID tag reads on sub-level 3.83. Here is a selfie that I just took here:

I don't feel well. I know that it looks bad.

Today, I've eaten two day-old bagels, toasted, with cream cheese. Soon, I'm going to run errands. I've paid for a refill. I'll be back, this afternoon. They should be open, tonight, until 9:00 P.M.

I've told the barista that people will come here and drop off money, for me. My name is Jenny Miller. I'm without direct contact. My bank accounts haven't posted my deposits. I'm a kidnap victim, it's hard for people to reach me. We tried yesterday. I pan-handled and people who know me came to find me. We couldn't meet eye-to-eye.

Please drop off an envelope, clearly labelled Jenny Miller, full of money, today.

This morning, he told me that they had my tab, from yesterday. He didn't know that it had been paid. I told him that it had been paid. A friend called Sam Hithye, yesterday, and said that they'd come in and asked and were told that it'd been paid. I said that someone would come in, today, and check.

Current, Sam Hithye got me a credit card. Marine teams, assigned, have it, en cloak, with permission to use it. They've been unable to give me anything or move anything to me.

This Monday, I have to file suit in small claims court, against Key Bank and U.S. Bank, for the deposits made to my account, but not posted. It will take months or a year, for me to receive money.

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17:47

I've returned to the Common Grounds Coffeehouse. They looked and said that they didn't have anything for me. They said that nobody had left anything, for me, today.

By relay, I was told that friends had called Sam Hithye. Two said that they had left something, here, for me. One was on sub-level 3.5. The other was sure that he'd left it with them, where I am.

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