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Yes, I vaguely remember that Carla was dating Russ Herbert, but then she broke it off, so what can I say? I don't know either of them very well. After Russ sang, Mrs. Hummel said that he sounded like he had a hollow leg. That is almost the only thing that I can remember about him.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when we lived in El Salvador, some friends of ours lived, in a different neighborhood, across the street from a huge walled compound of a city block, which turned out to be the residence of the president of the country. I remember hearing some stories about that, something about how they could see helicopters coming and going but not the details. For that you would need to ask Susie. She seems to remember more about that than I do. But anyway, it was her life. She hosted the slumber party for girls. It was her swimming pool with icky greenish water in the backyard, not mine. The house was rented by them for a year or two but who knows who the actual owner might have been or who else lived there. Strange that you should be so bothered by that, and yet I cannot furnish any additional details to mollify your silly temper tantrum.

My great-grandmother in her diaries makes mention of attending their parents' wedding in the 1940s, but in our generation it seems that we are no longer acquainted with those people. We are no longer in the hear-and-tell business, in case you forgot.

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Yes, you were not seriously expecting me to volunteer my services to help those dreary bores. Some things one does not do to for the sake of those dreary bores. This is not about them.

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Not to be mean or anything, but I really must insist on prosecuting them, because I really do not find this thing even slightly amusing, the way that they have turned this whole thing into a huge Robber snowball of ridiculous proportions. Do I really have to remind them that I am not their slave property? I really must kick their stupid slaveholder butts to the curb. No money = No work. Needless to say.

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I do not think that I owe you any book that you have not paid for. If I took a book or two I already sent it back so enough of that nonsense about your book. There is nothing more to say about that.

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Someone was confused trying to throw me to the cheerleaders. No, I never tried out for cheerleader. I did not fail because I never did that. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone else, such as, perhaps, Dauna. I don't remember anything about cheerleaders. They are there at basketball games doing their thing but I was never interested in doing that.

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Yes, well, I might have felt a little bit cranky during the one semester that I roomed with Carla during college, a mutual thing I am sure, although I really don't feel the need to go around slamming people just for that, i.e., for so little provocaton. I did like hearing the 8-track cartridge tapes she plays of Maranatha Singers and Jamie Owens-Collins. But who can remember the 8-track tape player and its odd-looking cartridges? Ancient history. 

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Yes, weird how all of those wacky weirdos tend to congregate in the State of the Mentally Ill.
Fortunately for me I am not even slightly related to those lousy cooks.

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Yes, it would seem odd that these extremely rich and powerful persons would so much interest themselves in the hastening of my departure and/or termination from this mortal life. Well, if it were my time to go, fine. But on the other hand, I can truly say this much minimally in conjunction with Mark Twain, that reports of my death are as yet somewhat premature and/or exaggerated. Strange that such civilized creatures as yourselves would be planning to starve me to death by cutting off all income, all food supply, in the manner of jungle savages, thus to precipitate and facilitate the sundering apart of my bonds to this earthly existence. And yet I am so far still here on the planet in bodily form, yet capable of prosecuting the course set before me to the best of my abilities, so help me God.

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Yes, what an unusual to remind me of my great-great-grandmother Amanda Moore died in 1882 in Texas. She was the wife of my great-great-grandfather, Mr. McClellan. I refer all questions about her to the family history book. I have nothing more about that.

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Yes, I do need to be more careful about how I am wording this my prosecution of them, lest I accidentally or inadvertently prosecute myself without even knowing what happened.

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There is nothing that I would need to discuss with the pathetically weird Lewis Carroll buttheads. Yes, whatever did happen to Alice the receptionist? I wasn't paying attention to Alice in Wonderland. As a child I read the books, including threw the looking glass, but even so the Alice story makes no sense to me. It is nonsense. I really don't care about that. My head cannot fit into that meaningless schematic. It is not a bible for blonds, only a children's storybook of little consequence. I like to see the movie but even so I am not sure what it mean if anything. 

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I would like you filthy pigs of New York to pay me in compensation for all of your slanderous lies against poor clueless little me, but of course that is a legal matter that requires a judge to force you to face the wickedness of your own filthy gutter-brained mind, which is something that I do not have the authority to do. So we all have to sit here and wait for the idiots of New York to get over themselves.

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How many times do I have to tell you the very same story about how after I got home from the hiking trip my mother told me that John had called on the telephone to tell her that I had said a bad word. I remembered what I said about the scenery but apparently that word meant something else to them. Oh, I didn't know that.

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I have a hard time understanding why I should care about the street lingo of Chile. I have never been to Chile and do not know anything about that.

Coincidentally, the Bueno family spent many years in Chile and are obviously well instructed in the street lingo of Chile. But I only deduced that after some very odd developments and strange conjunctions of factoids, not because they ever admittedly explained why their brains are stuck in the gutter that way. Who would have thunk it? We were just talking about the scenery and then later it became a whole different thing, thanks to them.

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I am often careful to sidestep these little confrontations in which I am expected to lash out bitterly against stupid yet powerful people of whom I would rather avoid comment because if I said what I really thought about that, it would just get around and they will find a way to come back around later to bite me in the back side, as often happens. With this huge mess trailing behind me it will not be hard for them to invent some curiously unique way to link me to whatever odd configuration they want and I won't even know what happened, so how can I say something about that, when I really don't know where that came from?

Just because you were at one time in the merchant marine, that does not mean that I know anything about that.

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Yes, I did my taxes last week and my tax return was accepted by the IRS. There is nothing else that I need to say about that in any sort of public way. Certainly it is none of your business. If the IRS has a problem they can audit me. Fine, I will show them the data if they really want to see that insignificant matter. Otherwise, there is nothing else to say about that in a public way. There is certainly no reason why I would need to discuss that with the worthless repulsive Cuccio fatcats of New York, who never contributed a dime to accomplish this. Needless to say.

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Ick! Yes, when will those fat ugly roadhogs Sus & Buzz ever get off my back? I can't breathe with the skunks of Arizona wafting their noxious fumes all over the place.

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Yes, your firm commitment to a Mintel Hospital is very clear.

Yet, truth be told, Malilla is actually not a game of bad girls. I gladly cede the crown of Bad Girls to Carole or whoever wants it. I don't need that for anything.

If you really want to know what the game of Malilla is, look it up in the book, Roca Celis, which is available for you to buy whenever you get around to buying it.

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I thought that I had already thrown all of my so-called friends out the window. Yes, it is always so awkward with all of these people pretending to be related to me or friends of mine. You obviously were under a mistaken impression because we were never that close to them. I cannot even remember now who they were. I am so glad that my salvation does not depend on the idiotic rantings of the clueless Swedish milkmaids of Arizona.

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Yes, what can we say in commendation of a guy from college who spent his entire freshman year dating silly nitwit Theresa Glow-in-the-dark, who lived two or three doors down the dorm hall from me that year, which is the only thing that I can remember about him (or her for that matter), but then they broke up, or so we heard, and then they both seemed to disappear from the college scene and I don't remember seeing them any years thereafter, and only much later do we learn from online sources that he went off-campus and married some non-college peasant girl named "Faith," which name is either symbolic or oxymoronic, depending on your idea of the significance of college education for women. If you think that "faith" belongs only to women who denigrate a college education and think that marriage must be timed to coincide with the 16th birthday, never mind about graduating from high school, not to mention college, then why are you pretending to be a college president? When you insult your own college constituency that way, we also are reluctant to volunteer further commentary on why you should matter to us in the future.

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Lucky for you that I am a Christian so I cannot in good conscience actually seek legal remedy to sue all of you for all of this unbelievably continual harassment and the hurling of slanderous lies and false accusations, assuming that you also are a Christian. I have to just sit here and let you ruin my life with your stupid and patently false lies and unsubstantiated innuendos and turn the other cheek and walk the extra mile and try to shrug off the kitchen sink that you are trying to wrap around my neck and nobody to help with that, no relief in sight. But you really should beware of that demonic fury that possesses you to a froth, you might eventually break something that cannot be fixed. Because that is not who we are. Needless to say.

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Yes, now I remember, you were saying something about Charlotte from college, who is now married to someone who is distantly related to Linda, who is the ex-wife of my uncle, so she is now of a hostile disposition toward us. Yes, it is always awkward having a divorce in the family. You say that you do not want to discuss that, this matter of Linda, with us. Yes, ditto to you on that sentiment. I wouldn't even know what to say about that. I never knew much about that, basically what I heard was that they are divorced now. They were not very compatible, although combat-able might be a different story.

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In the book “Roca-Celis” Mr. Jerónimo says, “no se me habia pasado por el magin la idea,” in other words, “the idea had not passed through my head.” Thus we learn that the Spanish language word magin in this context means “head.” This spelling is NOT a match for Bill Maginn, who is not the head of anything as far as I am concerned, better described as the tail end of someone else’s headache, NOT mine.

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Yes. We noticed in the diaries of great-grandmother,that she often refers to her friend Anna Beall of Pasadena. However, I do not see  in that any connection to Michael Beals, now that I have read the diaries, something I never would have noticed during college. Even so, the spelling never seems to match correctly.

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And what is all this nonsense about bootleggers? We already have our Birkenstocks all lined up in a row so we will not need those clueless bootleggers for anything.

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Yes, freedom has always been an important part of Christian theology, look how far we have come. But liberationism is a different animal, a political agenda that involves various points such as, for example, favoring the Spanish monarchy at the expense of the redhead 2-door Queen, reincorporating under Catholicism, etc., etc. So that is interesting to see where things are going but it does nothing to help me. It is just all about their political agenda, like it or leave it. Either way, that does nothing to help me. I might as well just not exist if the liberationists are going to be running the show. And yet I exist. I will probably still be there in eternity, whether you like it or not. Just another one of those political conundrums. Who knows what will come later and if that will matter then? I just have no idea. The main thing is to just to cling to my faith that was a irrevocable gift to me, never mind about all of these windstorms that are kicking up.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago, in the 1990s, while I was working in Deerfield Beach, there was some chatter in the office about Monica, Bill's Monica, not Santa Monica, and about how someone knew of her. She was one of them so they are somewhat embarrassed about her representation of them. Yes, and someone else I heard saying the same thing about Jessica, Jim's Jessica. And yet the comparison does not quite fit the bill. Jessica received a huge payment to keep her mouth shut, although the story got out anyway, whereas I don't recall anyone paying Monica, although she might be so wealthy as to not need the money, and even so the story got out anyway. Either way, I really do not see where that has anything to do with my situation. You obviously spend way too much time shooting the breeze with that stupid office bimbo Stacie Horoscopio. You can be such a good writer as endorsed by Rick and yet if you cannot keep your facts straight and cannot keep from jumbling names and dates, you really do not deserve to be working for a newspaper. Yes, you might as well quit now and go into real estate or some other branch of work not requiring of intelligent thought. Or else you could write fiction and make a sloppy mess of it.