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Yes, I sort of get that you had mistaken me for Anne Campbell, a ninth grader who was plotting against me with the evil Gonzo family, blowing up that horrid Carol Gonzo into a formidable monstrosity, so addicted as they are to that feeling of being control freaks, which means that all of these Gonzo family should by all rights be exported to Canada, because they really don't belong here, but probably that won't happen. I am just saying if logic always were consistent, the Gonzos would be shipped away to Canada. 

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Yes, I probably should express more gratitude for the persons who prayed for me at youth camp and at other times of my spiritual formation, whether in Spanish or English. That was nice. 

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Yes, well, however that may be, I never really cared that much about the money. It was the job of the CIA, to keep track of all these rich people and to explain about all their hidden assets, not mine. That was the farthest thing from my mind during high school. I think that the CIA should be recalled to explain themselves because to tell the truth I really don't care that much about what these rich people did in high school. That wasn't my job. Why don't you call the CIA to account for their social activities during study hall and their various dance partners, because I certainly have no idea. I wasn't paying that much attention to these trivialities.

I have no desire to immerse myself in and would much prefer to avoid the intestinal wars of the Maltese v. Italians. It's no skin off my nose if you should happen to gift or sell the vacation house on Malta to some Italian gold-digger social climbers, but whatever, anyway, the house was not mine to give. The Maltese might have ideas about that also. Anyway, that is not a matter for me to ponder, that I should  inadvertently provide fodder for these mysterious machinations of a political nature. Leave me out of that. 

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Yes, that was somewhat interesting the way that Lynda, Rose and Debbie were playing musical chairs. Something else was happening behind my back that I could not quite get. And because those three are so clever, perhaps they can play out their little skit without my future participation, given that they did not seem to need me for anything. 

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Yes, but of course these are complex matters perhaps too complicated for comprehension by the simple-minded Spice Bimbos to process. 

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Yes, it is somewhat puzzling, why are these mentally retarded Amish people pretending to be related to me? We completely are NOT related to them, nor do we have any desire to go there. The Amish are not invited to my life, unless and until they repent of their wicked ways, so why belabor the point? Their repentance must be of their own genuine and voluntary, not induced by some argument of a public and/or private nature. The spirit will do the work if we stop trying too hard and let them figure it out for themselves. 

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling, why all of this chatter about the Amish? We have no Amish whatsoever in our family tree, nor any legal obligation that might require us to be dialoguing with obtusely confused persons who have not yet figured out about flipping the light switch off and on. They probably do have some good qualities in terms of recipes and crafts, but you can't take with you. Needless to say. 

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Yes, it was a bit mystifying in high school, how do they expect me to perform in their clunky and awkward prefabricated drama, without myself having a clue about what is the point of that, why should I act or talk that way about events of which I am completely ignorant, persons I never met and perhaps would never care to meet, and apparently nobody will be having my back or providing any explanatory notes that would make any sense or have any logical consistency, that I should care to participate in their nonsense, thus to make a complete fool of myself because everything is staged all to their advantage and nothing for me. I was not that stupid. Needless to say. 

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Yes, it becomes obvious that some persons are intentionally wanting to kill me, and perhaps that is all for the best, thus to be assured a martyr's crown and glory for myself, thank you very much, a fate shared by less virtuous persons than myself, so who can say how this will look in the final history books of eternity? At the moment, trapped by circumstances of an existential nature, things might look bleak, but perhaps we shall see how that works out in terms of the woof and warp of the fabric of reality. It is too late now for you to rescind my martyr's crown, I am gone, I am taken and you are left behind. Now it is your turn to better explain how that works mechanically speaking. 

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Yes, it is hard for me to understand where all this Caribbean or Honduran junk is coming from. I really have no Caribbean connection worth mentioning, I carefully avoid that whenever possible, but I am vaguely aware that some of my high school classmates might have that. Also, I think you should let Libby speak for herself. I can't speak for Libby. 

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Yes, one would think that they would apologize for trying to shove their filthy sewerage down my throat, but no, their attitude is one of belligerence and defiance. Absurd! 

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Yes, one of my favorite things to do during high school was to rummage through the encyclopedia reading about various islands in the Pacific mostly where one could retreat to live an isolated life, free of these hassles. There would need to be enough plant and animal life to assure a food supply. Better yet large enough to have a grocery store and a library and a population of sensible adults. Hmmm! I hope that is not too much to ask for in these tumultuous times. 

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Yes, in the fifth grade I was a fan of Nancy Drew mystery stories, of which the school library had a fairly complete collection, so I often could check those books out and read them, although I don't remember much about them now that childhood is long gone. I only remember that I enjoyed reading about Nancy Drew driving around in her snappy roadster. Also, when she changes clothing and puts on a new dress, it is called a "frock," a term that sounds a bit antiquated nowadays, at least I never heard anyone ever actually use that term in real life. It was probably one of those words that sounded cool in the 1930s, one would easily imagine. 

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Yes, I tend to think that you are welcome to do whatever you want with that pile of Irish rocks known as Tara. I really could not care less about Tara. {Also, I could not care less about Southern plantation life, by the way.] I am out of there long ago and never coming back to Tara. You can have Tara. I won't need Tara for anything. Of course, with 90 percent of the world's population now qualifying as Black Irish more or less, there were will nothing special about the prize of Tara. But I have no time for these petty conflicts. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college, when a group of girls went to the Coco's coffee shop, I paid my own bill after ordering a plate of those enormous onion rings. Delicious. But that said, I am not Dutch in the ethnic sense of the word. I have usually known some people are Dutch but am not myself one of them. Sorry for the confusion. 

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Yes, I am happy that I was finally able to get out what I needed to say about that, along with too much already. I really do not have anything of my own to add to that from my own small amount of travel and language studies, so if I should suddenly become mortally ill and die sooner than later, that would be fine with me. And if I should live longer than tomorrow, sure could use my paycheck. Would be nice to pay off my debts and clean up my mess before I ultimately evacuate the planet. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that Conchi and Toño had gone to a cult, which was the Jehovah Witness cult, of which I know very little, only to avoid it and them. Coincidentally, one of my high school classmates also belonged to that cult, Libby, although I really don't know much about that. I never really talked to her about that, but I did hear something. 

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Yes, I too prefer to avoid cults. I vaguely remember hearing that our former church friends Toño and Conchita have gone to a cult, so we have not had any contact with them for many years. Last I heard they were living in Oklahoma, but that was a long time go. I have no idea where they might be now or what happened to them. 

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Yes, when will stupid Terry ever get about that nobody wants these stupid slaveowner jokes. Terry is thusly rebuked for being too NOT funny. Rich people are so stupid sometimes. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember one day during college, a classmate Terry made a weird comment, saying that I was his heifer, which I repudiated, because anyway Terry is mostly a joker and comedian. Nothing that Terry says can be taken seriously, and also I can't have people thinking that Terry is my slave owner or even, for that matter, friend. Terry is just a constant flow of angry jokes that are really not very funny if you analyze that, but unfortunately I wasn't taking detailed notes in college so that is one of the few things that I can remember Terry. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, Alfredo, who is Jewish obviously, gave an interesting oral report about the Jewish search for the race of high priests, which if they ever reinstitute the animal sacrifices of the ancient temple worship at Jerusalem, would be playing an important role there. Of course, with every phone book so packed full of Cohens, thought to be the descendants of Aaron, they will certainly have an ample supply of priests. No reason to think that they would need us for any of that.

Coincidentally, my great-grandfather Barth, my grandmother's father, was firstly a butcher by trade, a profession that was passed from father to son since medieval times, probably. I also read somewhere about the prejudices against butchers, how they were anciently denigrated with the racial slur of "Amalekites," even though there is no evidence that we were ever racially such. In fact, doesn't the Bible say that the actual Amalekites were annihilated and/or exterminated in ancient times? Thus, I really do not see how that has anything to do with us. Needless to say. 

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Yes, I did notice that imaginary scenario that David was trying to set up, in which I am to play the role of a Palestinian refugee, even though I am not Arab or Palestinian ethnically speaking, nor do I have any idea what those people are going through, nor do I understand why I should be discussing the Palestinian ministry for which David ultimately disqualified himself anyway, although I do remember hearing that was his original plan, so thus he has no place to be telling me something about that. So? 

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Yes, who can remember boring things about boring sports, maybe I did win third place in some relay races, or maybe fourth, whatever that was, but anyway I never claimed to be very interested in sports. Even so, few second graders can say that they beat a third grader to win the 1st-3rd grade Spelling Bee and take home the little trophy with my name engraved on it, but I myself can say that I did that. So? I heard that some people are still annoyed about that, but that won't change history. 

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Yes, we are very grateful to Wikipedia for reposting that bit about the "City of Rome," so that we can read that in the website, which spares us a lot of trouble and hassle because otherwise we would have had to travel all of the way to San Francisco to hunt down that one available copy of that one magazine, "Ships and the Sea," that is, assuming that we know what to look for. 

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Yes, I hear you badgering me but I cannot understand why I am being harassed by the dreary bores of Teen Challenge. What are you wanting to hear? What's the matter, don't you have ears to hear? Or did your parents forget to pay the tuition bill so you cannot just barge into the classroom of someone else's private school and figure out something about that. You could get arrested for trying to do that. I can sort of imagine that you are perhaps finding it difficult to get much useful information out of spitfire Patty, but even so, it just wasn't that important. What is your problem?

I vaguely remember the existence of Anita Stone, her picture appears in the high school yearbook, but beyond that I really have no interest in offering any further gossipy tidbits on the subject of Anita.

Interesting that you are so afraid of gossip, and yet the fact that you somehow got my name and phone number shows that you yourself have probably indulged in your fair share of gossip. Needless to say.