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Yes, but of course there are some things much too personal to discuss with some worthless idiot drummer named Bill. Needless to say.

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Yes, it was interesting to note the overabundance of gas and oil people in my high school always churning the waters, hovering about, as for example Joan, who mentioned that was her family's business. Strange that there should be this useless surplus of gas and oil people sitting around here in high school, I will not need them for anything, because actually there is not that much to boast of in that regards, what with U.S. oil reserves being strictly controlled elsewhere, never mind about some crazy thing that my grandmother might have said in times past to some Italian person, which I never hear the end of, always that same thing about something that my grandmother said: blah blah blah blah blah. What was she thinking, accepting money from those horrid Spanish people, whoever they were. I cannot quite see what that was all about from here. What are you waiting for? I am in no hurry for my parents to die soon and turn over the paperwork right away, although nobody lives forever on this planet, life continues in eternity, but as for the things of earth, you can't take it with you, as they say. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that directly after college I worked for a short time for a publishing company, and my direct supervisor was Carol Long. I left two years later to do something else. Later, maybe three or four years after I was gone, I heard it said that Carol Long had devised a plant for her own promotion which she presented to Bob, and which was rejected and they ended up by firing her. She then went to work for the phone company and nobody has heard of her since then. Perhaps it went well for her at the phone company, I really don't know anything else about that. She would be at least in her 70s by now so probably retired, one would imagine, although I really have no idea of anything else about her.

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Yes, I vaguely remember having roomed for two or three months in college with Carline from Santa Barbara. Whatever happened to those people? She left college after the relationship with Russ Herbert did not work out very well and I haven't really heard from them since then. Strange that her cousin or brother would imagine there would be some need to discuss these matters online with me, because really we never discussed anything all that personal.

I do not have a brother. I might have mentioned this point because some girls who have brothers don't have to worry about representing the family business, but in our case it is just two girls and no boys, and myself being the older of the two, I will need to keep my wits about me even when these pesky little siblings are playing their little pranks behind my back.

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Yes, I remember that it so happened that I was not the first in line although somewhat near the front of the line for dinner because I got there earlier, and Cori and the Brooks twins were at least two-thirds of the way back in the line because they arrived later, and afterward Cori made some comment about how I should go to the back of the line, or shouldn't be so greedily trying to be at the front of the line, which I thought was a somewhat rude and unreasonable thing for her to say, but that is how they are, always so rude, and yet interestingly I never seem to hear the end of that. I often hear this continuous mantra about how I should go to the back of the line, blah blah blah blah blah blah, evolving and increasing to the point where if I should make any progress, surely the rug will be pulled out from under my feet.

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Yes, only recently have I learned that Cori was actually a Jenkins, which pushes some buttons in the machine although makes no sense at all while making me look completely ridiculous. Just being a Jenkins doesn't mean you have anything to say to me.

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Yes, I still feel guilty about that time when I lied to my mother, and also some other mistakes that I have made in my life. So yes, obviously I am not perfect and/or free of errors. Needless to say.

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Yes, all of this bluster about me needing to open up is somewhat misleading, because I actually don't have any of this alleged and assumed secret information about Longwell or anybody else. I only learned of this from public records so everything I know is what everybody else knows anyway. Of course I can only speak for myself. Probably there are some people out there with secret information, but that is not me. That would, I don't know, I would not want to speculate about matters of no concern to me.

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Yes, it is quite clear that I cannot ever hope to have a rational conversation with certain persons, never mind, as if I should care about their undercover role that was never mentioned to me, as if I should pretend that I knew about that when actually I didn't.

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Yes, it is very nice that there are so many and various organizations, religious or not, building schools and feeding these poor people in these many countries that have so many poor people always in need of ministering to. I do resent someone tried to throw me to an opposition role, when I did not actually say anything, because of course the poor you have with you always. There always are so many poor people who need food and clothing and other things that we in the West take for granted, as if it all just falls out of the sky, so obviously there can never be a shortage of charitable organizations and persons representing them there attempting to fill the needs of the many poor people. Of course, if you want to work for them, they will certainly keep you busy doing whatever they want, although they do not necessarily pay any salaries, you will have to raise funds to pay your own way, to get to do whatever they want.

But of course I could never do that in my situation, obviously. My fundraising potential was shot at an early age so I will need a salary to compensate for all of these damages, thank you very much. I feel that everything has worked to call me away from that, to be independent of them, because of course I cannot be dependent upon them in any way. I will need to find my own financial means, thank you very much.

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Yes, that whacky Julia, ha ha ha, what a riot!

And who in America had ever heard of Julia's obscure notations until all of this commotion and popular acclaim from the Italian lobbyists, so that we are forced to regurgitate whatever that was. Be careful what you ask for.

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Yes, I noticed that you were trying to sell my body to that group of annoying idiots who cannot even spell 'pebble' correctly. You have no authority to sell me to anybody, you vile slave trader, and also how dare you suggest that white people such as myself have no souls? Hidden in Christ might just mean that is none of your business.

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Yes, amazing how vulgar horrible Cori has purchased all of these trashy records and listened to them herself many a time, and yet now she pretends that never happened, and nobody is punishing her wickedness so much worse than mine. But saying that makes me sound so hypocritical and silly, as if I didn't know what is really going on behind my back and how if God chooses to be merciful to that most wicked of sinners, who I am to say how things should work out in the end.

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Yes, whatever happened to my old song sheets? I had them in a certain place, and then my sister came and borrowed them, and I have not seen them since then. I once asked her to bring them back and she completely forgets that ever happened. I don't mind sharing the contents but I want my originals back. Maybe you could have better luck telling her to send them back to me.

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Yes, I do seem to remember that some people in the office were talking about Monica and her family and how embarrassing it must have been for them. However, I was not part of that conversation, I was focused on doing my job. Often these various groupings of people are standing around the office chattering about various topics and it becomes very distracting. Perhaps you would have better luck quizzing someone else on this matter, such as the person who was sitting across from me, not Bonnie, not Stacie, I mean what-was-her-name. Perhaps What's-her-name would remember more about that than I would, because they were standing closer to her than to me.

Also online there were some musings about how can they sue and take any type of action against the very President of the United States himself based on their own personal affront or insulting molestation of their daughter. Yes, wouldn't that be a problematical dilemma.

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Yes, how ridiculous of me, why would I ever discuss anything of a personal nature with the Sun-Sentinel? Why should I bother to mail my resume there when I already know I would not be on a good footing there to start with. I already know that I would not be able to compete there. I would have to be content with something else not so ambitious, perhaps a weekly if there were any left in existence, but the money just isn't there. These are good reasons why people all of the time are doing these career changes. Why should my routine career change spark such a level of interest from these total strangers of no interest to me? Nobody asked you. You are not invited to vote on my career change, needless to say.

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Yes, who wants to remember the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew, when we were hearing those exaggerated stories from persons living in Miami who were saying all of these horrible things, although when you look at the statistics now, the tell death toll was only a total of 65, barely 17 in Miami, even though the property damage was enormous, so really there would be no reason to talk about that now. Miami was rebuilt and life goes on. Even so, with hurricane season fast approaching, we always have to think about being prepared for the next time around.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in a past life I had some interest in music performance, but I had forgotten about that, what with that Bill gun pointed at my head. What's the use of that when I have other interests now? Anyway, my brain has been completely rearranged to the point where I really don't care about that anymore.

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Yes, I am not even slightly Maltese, not even slightly Italian, so I do not have to worry about taking orders from the vile wicked Trapford/Lowgun idiots of South Africa. You just have nothing.

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Yes, it does somewhat mystify or boggle the mind to ponder why would I ever think of ever communicating again with those nasty Lowgun bimbos, amazing how those idiots stay employed. You are probably just as simple-minded as your Georgia cousin, who, yes, every time I would say something to her, I have to worry about all of these ridiculous secretions, so yes, what a relief that the Lowguns have returned to Georgia now and there will never be another chance for them to eavesdrop on anything privately. It's just all going to be public news to you later.. What str they doing outside of your tiny little Trapford cage anyway? There was just no reason to do that.

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Yes, that was nice of my employer to provide me with the obligatory state-mandated legally required information about COBRA, a state program which provides short-term insurance for unemployed persons who may be facing an extended time of unemployment between jobs, so that if I should need to apply for that, I would have the pamphlet near at hand, although as it turned out I went directly to a different job, so it was not necessary that I actually apply for anything of that nature. Needless to say.

And how would you know about that? I don't recall you being there at the time. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that years ago, someone who was working at the SFNN company, went on vacation to New York and died in his hotel room of an overdose. I remember seeing the emails about the various memorial events that were held for him, very sad, although I did not attend because I never met him and I was working at another office at the time and I just didn't know much about those people.

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Yes, I never did apply for Cobra, an insurance program for the unemployed. That did not seem necessary as I was not unemployed at the time it was mentioned by the publisher or else I went directly to another job so I really did not see the point of that.

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Yes, that was quite lame, that attempt of yours to attach poor little me to your horrible Monica. One can sort of understand how it would be difficult for Monica to find employment after what she did, but I never did that and Monica was never my problem. There is not even the slightest connection between myself and Monica, never mind your fruitless attempts at fabricating something fiction based on nothing more than what we all read or heard in the news anyway, so how dare you suggest otherwise! Where are the police who should be having you arrested, not me. I should be able to find another job without you there meddling in the background, always trying to make something out of nothing. Where is the justice?

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Yes, and I also forgot to mention the earlier alarming proliferation of creepy French-Fried Canadians masquerading as friends or relatives of mine, when actually somebody really ought to ship them home to Canada, but it's not my place to say, and aren't the Italians going to want to have the upper hand in that picture obviously, and leaves me almost non-existent or at least why should I bother to exist when I am only a third party in all of this irrelevant commotion.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that way back in the beginning of this, years ago there was Jane's Italian and/or Italian game, which was somehow attached to walking in Peru, of which I barely heard a few hints in a somewhat negative way. After that there was the game of vapid Monica, whether Bill's Monica it wasn't clear, and there was nothing for me to really do about that. At least I was not that stupid. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time that Cori's boyfriend taught me how to play poker, betting with matchsticks. Sometimes bluffing works and sometimes it just doesn't work. Sometimes it's not worth even trying to bluff if you already know you can't win the game. Got to know when to hold them and when to fold them, as the song says.

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Yes, how well I remember Greg's last day at work, although come to think of it I am not sure whether he actually resigned or it was a mutual agreement or something, he left the building not without making quite the grand exit, throwing his surplus business cards all over the office, on the stairs, in the reception area, in the parking lot, leaving behind him quite a trail. So that was the last time that I ever saw Greg the sports writer or ever heard tell of him. There is nothing else to say about Greg, no passing Go, no $200 to collect or whatever else the game cards say, he just disappeared into oblivion as far as I was concerned. I just never had any idea whatever else happened to Greg later.

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Yes, it is somewhat amazing how these raunchy blondes can be playing all of these dirty tricks behind my back and then everyone believes them.

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Yes, what was the name of our summer intern at SFNN who picked up the phone because she was standing nearer to it, said some awful thing, and then handed the phone to me because the call was a return call for me. That was awkward. Maybe Rick would remember who she was, but you probably would not think of quizzing him for anything. But we already went over this point more than once. Needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I was hired at SFNN to replace a previous employee who seemed to have a lot of baggages that did not fit me at all. You would have to ask her about her where her problem was, because the job came with some things that did not make much sense and now that I no longer work there I won't need that for anything.

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Yes, speaking of work, I do vaguely remember Greg the sports writer, who manifested a strange obsessions with me. Logging in to my computer one day, I notice that Greg is watching over my shoulder to capture my password, which he did, although what that had to do with his getting fired shortly afterward, I cannot quite say with any certainty. Sometimes one days not need to actually report anything. His behavior speaks for himself.

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Yes, it is just as well that I never had any real conversation with the Brooks. There did not seem to be anything particularly "smart" about that, much as they seem to enjoy boasting about their own wonderfulness. By the grace of God, I have been spared getting stuck forever in the worthless Brooks Backwater Swamp, so hopefully the Brooks will get a clue that nobody wants their stupid Brooks disease, especially when they cannot explain it themselves in a language that normal people could ever possibly understand. Needless to say.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of the few years that I worked at SFNN in Deerfield Beach, and how I never once betted in the office sports betting pool that was organized by Jeff. Never did I ever participate in that in any way. Needless to say.

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Yes, interesting how a quick search of, for example, the NASB turns up 49 incidences of the word "brook" compared to 40 of the word "stream." Ok, so the "brook" outnumbers the "stream." Even so, where the "stream" is indicated, the "brook" will not suffice to quench the thirst. Psalm 46:1-5.

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Yes, it may seem somewhat overly rude and exaggerated to say up front that I really could not care less about your cover version of the "Boot-Scootin' Boogie" tune. But I digress.

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Yes, I suppose that perhaps you are asking me what was the name of Jennie Cerrulo's brother-in-law? I have no idea who those people are, nor do I care to be reminded of various persons who are always lurking about online but never bother to make an appearance at church. Needless to say.

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Yes, it was interesting to learn, while reading great-grandmother's diaries, of the existence of her cousin Mae, who married Mr. Stewart, a citrus farmer in California, and their family presumably still live in California, although I really wouldn't know because I have never met those people and was not aware of their existence, and even so, now knowing that they exist, there would be no reason to care about that. According to the theory of six degrees of separation, we are all sort of connected because it's a small world, after all. But, yes, whatever.

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Oh, is that vicious nasty Gail I hear screaming in the background? When will those people get the message that we heard their nasty rants and are forewarned to avoid them, because I don't understand who they are or why I should care. Needless to say.

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Yes, I should probably say that I am very very grateful for the opportunity to evacuate the planet without further complications, although there is a problem of financial shortfalls, which in the Catholic world is more easily resolved by joining a monastery, but that is not possible here where we are not Catholics. So how are we going to fix this financial problem? Who is going to pay for this 10 or so years of needless harassment and needling? I already told them I am leaving and it won't be my problem later.

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Yes, I do remember there was supposed to be a widget where we tell some of these Israeli people to go home and stop pretending to be U.S. citizens, but, oh, Ronit already lives in Israel so I really don't need to say that. Needless to say.

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Yes, I am vaguely aware of the existence of the Bells and Reeses, but what their game is or the reasons for this sudden hostility I cannot quite understand. I hope that you were not expecting me to bow down and worship the golden idols of Bruce or David, because truth be told I am not particularly impressed with their pompous arrogant attitudes. I just don't care what they think about anything. To me they are nothing.

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Yes, I do think that it should be someone else's turn under the microscope. I want out of that microscope duty, but I sort of understand that I am probably a more interesting subject for that. What would you get if you put trashy dancer Deborah under the microscope? Probably not much that be worth printing in a public way where everyone could read that. So I understand that I must take the high road and bypass those low-level Dutch or whatever peasants, although it is very inconvenient for me and makes me very irritated and uncomfortable, but perhaps I am the only responsible in the room so that task necessarily falls upon me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college, that when Dauna was quizzing me about my opinion of the Kennedys, when I said that I was not particularly sympathetic to the cause, that her attitude completely changed and she became completely hostile and we are no longer friends in any way. I could not quite understand what her connection was to Kopechne, except that she seemed to know something else about that and was saying some very negative things about how Kopechne deserved to die, which is a somewhat shocking way of thinking about that as compared to the way I had always heard it told, but there would be no use arguing with the paid off Russians spies. Needless to say.

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Yes, I might have made some snarky comment speculating about Dauna being a Russian spy, because she is throwing some hostile darts that are hard for me to fend off when everyone is so dazzled by that icky bootlegger money. It wasn't so clear during college, but then later it becomes very apparent that their heads are in a completely different place.

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Yes, I hope you were not expecting me to go to Central Park to bow down and worship that golden idol of Caroline that you have built there. That will never happen. I have not the slightest desire to 'know' more about that. Needless to say.

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Yes, what was all that nonsense about Central Park in New York City, a place that I have never visited and it is doubtful that I ever would. Sometimes we see pictures of Central Park in the newspaper, and if you lived nearby I suppose that it would make sense for you to go there, but for me that would be meaningless. In the newspapers or magazines there was that famous photo of John-John there with one of his girlfriends. What, you were saying that I should feel guilty about that? Why, how utterly ridiculous. I never had any association with them. How dare you suggest that I would ever socialize with Kennedys. Perhaps Libby would know something more about that, but you would have to ask her that yourself. I have no need of that. Or else you could ask the Johnsons who are always stalking about, I have noticed. Yes, it is unfortunate that I seem to be swamped by Johnsons when I don't need them for anything.