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Yes, obviously, it really does not matter much what I might or might not do when, unfortunately, public opinions and perceptions of persons who only care about power games are set against me from ancient times immemorial, influenced by physical appearance, past events far beyond my control, and various other factors, there being really not much that I can do about that, the best I can hope for being to get through life, to finish my course, without tripping or falling too often thus to make matters even worse. How can you not know that?

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying how drunken Sharri imagines that I am going to "help" with that. No, actually not! I will not be available for such irrelevant talks.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were obsessing on that song "A Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall," which was taught to us by some guest some time during high school, and which really does become very tedious after maybe 10 bottles, remembering that one has to repeat nearly the same thing ad nauseum to finally get to the hundredth bottle, and then so what? And then why does it have to be beer bottles? What about the Coca Cola bottling factory that was one of our field trips during high school? I prefer to think about the Dr. Pepper bottles we used to have in the refrigerator during furlough in Modesto, Califonia, which had the little circles with maybe 2, 4 and 6, possibly suggestive of a Dr. Pepper drinking schedule. I don't know. It wasn't clear. But even so, I would prefer to drink Dr. Pepper. 

Coincidentally, all this talk about the Stones is really getting on my nerves. I haven't seen them since 1976, and, yes, what's to remember? All we heard was that Kenton had married some Catholic girl unknown to us and that was the only thing that we heard about that. Who was I explaining this point to?

And now that I have done a little bit of research on this person, I am reminded that you were chattering about beer bottles. Oh! So Kent's wife was a beer bottle baby. And where are the beer bottle grandchildren? And how is that my problem? I don't know anything about those people. I have not the slightest connection there, although far be it from me to comment publicly on matters that might affect the food supply. Sounds complicated. Better to let them figure it out for themselves without me having to be bothered about matters of no concern to me.

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Yes, I noticed that someone is very obsessed with Lori who was crowned Homecoming of our high school. The only conversation that I ever had with Lori is my interview of her published in its entirety in the high school newspaper. Thus, I see no reason to comment further on the topic of Lori.

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Yes, I heard some anonymous rich person saying they are gone shopping for widgets, and not being able to translate, riding my back to get there. Where is the justice in not paying the oxen that treadeth out the grain? Makes no sense to me. I am just saying.

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Yes, how interesting. Just don't let those vicious nasty plantation beasties try to trick you into some tricky deal that really would not mean anything. We are not even slightly related to them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember someone asking me about the genealogy book, which seems strange that you should be aware of it, not being related to us. It was written by my grandfather's cousin, who lived in Louisiana, and there is quite a bit of information there about the common ancestor, William B. McClellan, who was my great-great-grandather, who lived in Texas most of his adult life. Will the genealogy book be redone someday? I sort of doubt that anyone wants to go there at this time. We sometimes hear hints of their various widgets, which reminds us to never go there, because who knows what they would do with the tiniest piece of information over there in their little plantation bubble. This generation seems to not know much, is what that tells us.

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Yes, I do remember seeing in my genealogy book something about my great-great-grandmother Amanda Melvina Fitzallen Moore (1827-1882). Life was very tough in the 19th century, such severe expressions in the photos. Of ten children only two died in infancy. She was of the English Moores, and traces back to England or Scotland, not to be confused with the Moors who were expelled from Spain. Needless to say.

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Yes, I do see how they are killing me, but on the other hand it just wouldn't be right, it would be wrong for me to pretend to be related in any way, and financial is implied in that, to some hifalutin wealthy family who can afford to pay for throwing all of this paperwork around, however useful it may be for dealing with those belligerents lurking on the edge. I just can't afford to drop out of life to spend the time necessary for compiling all of this documentary evidence. It just isn't fair to expect that from poor little me. Who is going to pay for all of this stuff required to put everyone on the same page so that I would even know what you are talking about? It would just take forever and I don't time for that. I am supposed to be working and contributing my share to the Social Security fund.

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Yes, there is really nothing wrong with doing time in Ecuador, although Ecuador is not that special to me that I would care one way or another what goes on there. Now there is a point to elaborate upon, although not by me.

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Yes, someone is trying to remind me of that thing that Mario said in 10th grade high school class, questioned by Miss Marken, something about how the landowners such as his own family ride herd on those lazy peasants to make them work, or something to that effect, which, on the one hand, the way he said it, he sounded sort of like what a Southern plantation owner might say, and on the other hand probably some lazy peasants really do need improved supervision or management. I am not sure why someone continues to throw that around. I did not think that I was the person who made a huge issue out of that probably because plantation management was never a career goal of mine.

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Yes, I remember seeing the picture of the two fighting cocks, although not the one in Madrid, it was hanging on the wall of the Bueno home when we were visited. And you were telling me that you had also seen that? Yes, well, I imagine many have seen that picture, not only you or me, although not having read the book, I wouldn't have thought of another meaning at the time. It was only a picture, although very dramatic in the way it depicts the two cocks going after each other.

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Yes, you must have been confused. I never asked to hear from Carol then, so why would I want to hear from her now? Carol was not my problem. She might be your problem, but that is no concern of mine.

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Yes, I don't know why I don't remember more about Miss Marken's psychology class that I had thought that I took in high school. Certainly her politics were more radical than mine personally, but that is not to say that I did not learn about some things in her class anyway.

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Yes, well, here's a fine kettle of fish, I sense a complicated snare set to entrap me somehow, and lacking the financial resources to even have a clue what you are talking about, obviously I would never go there. I hope to disappoint you nasty wicked trappers in every way possible, but lacking a positive alternative, there is most certainly a discrepancy about how I am supposed to function appropriately in regards to having your stupied trapper butts turned over to the proper authorities.

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Yes, I seem to remember that it might even be true that my parents would vote for Goldwater before they would vote for Kennedy or Johnson, although Barry can't stay here forever. Enough about 1964.

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Yes, there you sit overdosing on aspirin and other drugs supplied by the Johnson & Johnson riff-raff, hallucinating about who knows what confession you imagine that I should be making in regards to whoever or whatever, when actually you have mistaken me for some other relative perhaps, who knows what nonsense is fleeing through your empty head. Yes, my parents would probably vote for Nixon before they would vote for you.

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Yes, I have heard you often yapping about Dean Dean Dean! Personally, I couldn't care less if I never see Dean again in this lifetime. He was a friendly guy at college but there was nothing particularly interesting about him that I should care to renew a useless acquaintance now, especially when the only thing that proves is that you are deeply embedded in the dreary Stone gang, of which basically I really could not care less. They say such outrageous scary things, and then if you look into it very carefully, the only thing that proves is that they are only fishing for more information and don't really know much about it either.

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Yes, it might sound sort of Pharisaical to say it, but at least I am not half as wicked as the wicked Mental Retard family. Why are you expecting me to bear the punishment that is alone deserved by witch Carole? I never compared notes with those worthless riff-raff.

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Yes, I sometimes think that I am hearing those dreary Stone people throwing things at the wall and hoping that something will eventually stick. You would have more luck prosecuting Carole Mental Block, not that I would say anything else about what I heard tell, but nobody wants to have to try to repeat that under these conditions. Let Carole explain herself if she can. But if she can't, well, certainly I am not going to help with that. She will need to make her own arrangements with God.

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Yes, how surprised I am to see, after all these years, that after all that nonsense, I see that Marge Couch and gang are a pack of stupid Dixie witches. Back in the old days I was not able to detect your odd fondness for Dixie cup photo-ops, but now I can see that, sort of. Still blurry but my focus is improving.

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Yes, we see that your future as any type of prophet will in future be very much limited, almost non-existent, why bother even trying, with that tarty-farty Jessica-Jezebel on your team. Ridiculous. Yet another example of the wicked propsering. Not that I was talking about that, but all of this commotion makes you wonder who did.

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Yes, I sort of imagined for a moment that you were making some point about Tamar, and about how she has to produce the tokens pledged to prove the paternity of her son. Yes, who cares about one dirty old sheep when you can have in mind something more beneficial and enduring, so that worked for her. But of course  not everyone cares to comment more fully on the topic given the complications presented to us as these examples of what to NOT do. So we are just watching from the sidelines to see what else could that mean.

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Yes, it always amazes us to hear of your naive and simple-minded devotion to the stones of Transylvania. Are they vampires or not? Such long fangs might be a dead giveaway, but then again the question has not been resolved to anyone's satisfaction, so it would be quite premature to discuss anything of a personal nature with that type of organization.

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Yes, there is something annoying about this word "offbeat," as if that meant something. But I digress.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that during high school I was assigned to the Blue team for the purpose of relay races and that sort of thing. Our captain died shortly after high school so that is a sad thought. Even so, what's to remember? The Red team, captained by Tom, won the top honors in relay races. Even so, I am not complaining. For one thing, I like the color blue. My eye is often drawn to the color blue when shopping for clothes and that sort of thing. Also, relay races are not the only thing in life. I have other things on my mind than relay races.

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Yes, I vaguely remember meeting Machelle Bush while studying journalism, although I never thought to ask whether she was somehow related to George, a person of whose existence I was not aware at the time, so why would I think of asking such a question? I was never one of those insiders who keep track of all of these political people. I prefer to keep my distance from these political uppity-ups with their mysterious agenda of no significance to me. Ok, so I vaguely remember the existence of Machelle, and I might have met a few other Michelles in my life, but who this other person may be, Mechelle, I have no idea. Nobody I know, never met her, no connection here, don't be trying to tack me onto this unknown group of people, don't know anything about it, not my problem.

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Yes, that was awkward being mistaken for one of Jim's horrid trashy bimbos. Someone upstairs apparently got their wires crossed. I actually have nothing to discuss with those opportunistic vulgar witches. I see no reason why I should have to explain how they so lucratively profit by their selling their services of such a nature. Nobody ever said life was fair, or that the wicked do not sometimes prosper. But I can say that I have read the Bible firstly, whereas you, who knows what mess of nonsense you are full of.

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Yes, I think that killing my bill would actually make me quite happy. I never wanted bill to start with.

But of course sometimes we don't have a choice. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

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Yes, it is hard for me to see how you expect me to function with all of them just sitting there waiting to catch me at making some mistake, to poke holes in my future story and/or book of an as yet theoretical nature, to plot behind my back at every opportunity, so that there is nothing left of me, only a cistern full of holes not able to hold water, as the Bible says.

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Yes, always so annoying when my sister's dog Jessica is barking in my face. Arf Arf Arf! What does this dog want? I am not the person who feeds Jessica and puts on her leash and takes her out for a walk every day, so I don't see how that has anything to do with me.

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Yes, to debate the fixed or relative value of a priceless work of art, whether or not damaged, would seem a useless and unnecessary event that would seem more trouble than it would be worth unless you are a trained and qualified actuary having something intelligent to say about the matter, and not merely tossing out tidbits of lowlife "humor." And besides, why waste our values on those who would obviously refuse to appreciate anything in any reasonable way due to their own mental blocks of an obvious or not so obvious nature at the moment.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing Mario Murillo speak in a chapel service at our college in California one morning. He was a very compelling speaker. Everyone very much enjoyed listening to his sermon. Everyone thought he was a great speaker. That is about the sum total of everything that I know about Mario Murillo.

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Yes, I am often reminded of the time that someone was telling me that there were some pranks done at the yearbook office. Even so, I never really understood what pranks they were talking about. I was never on the yearbook staff and don't know one other thing about that. You could always quiz the persons who were on the yearbook staff, of which Carmen was the president and also Tinker was listed as being on that staff. Even so, it was not my job to investigate yearbook pranks. That wasn't my problem. They are the ones who might need to be tested for Covid issues.

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Yes, I see that you might be surprised how rarely the thought of Sherry ever crosses my mind. I did hear that she was later accepted at North Central, which is nothing special because wasn't North Central the district that gave us that obnoxious baker and by extension that horrible Jessica hag, of whom nothing is directly known but pieces of that fiasco seem to be still flying around online. 

My sister's dog Jessica is getting very old now. Who knows how much longer we will be forced to endure this Jessica obsession of theirs.

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Yes, notwithstanding the superficial appearance of me sitting at the table with Marion and Sandra while I should have been in Spanish class, even so, I never discussed anything of a personal nature with them that I would need to confess to the slander crime lab. If someone was feeling sorry for me because of the way that it appeared to them that I was being harassed by some other students, which is the way I would interpret that, which was in a way flattering although I really don't want total strangers going behind the scenes and messing the settings and dumping a boatload of "fonda" on my plate, and did some things behind my back that actually did not help, well, I really don't know where that came from or why you are imagining I would ever do anything about that. If you are so smart, dissect them yourself because I really don't dare to say anything one way or another about those very dangerous people.

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Yes, it is true that sometimes you have to cross a river to get to the other side, whether by bridge or boat or float matters not. Coincidentally, during high school in El Salvador one of our classmates, Sandra, participated in a student exchange program and was gone to the United States for one year, living with an American family there, during maybe 10th or 11th grade. I might have heard or overheard something about that. Even so, nowadays Sandra's shadow in New York has gotten way too big when she was really not that important relatively speaking. She wasn't even therd one-fourth of the time, whether gone for the exchange program or playing hooky. And why should I care about your Catty exchange program? I am a full-fledged United States citizen in my own right, born this way, and always will be wherever I happen to be living on the terrestrial globe at any given time. I don't need your catty "exchange" experience to learn about life in the United States, don't want your "Catty" laws.

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Yes, I do like my name well enough, came by it the usual way, not planning to change it just because some New York bullies sit there pontificating about how they don't like me. Well, la di dah! Tough luck to you, too!

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Yes, I vaguely remember someone was talking about the experience of the Getty kidnapping. I sort of sympathize with that thought. Good luck trying to sue those nasty vicious wicked trashy rich Gettys. You will just never 'Get' anything. You just have to sit here and be continuously insulted and cursed by them.

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Yes, I remember reading somewhere the story of my ancestor Hugh Calkins, who came to America in 1640 from England or Wales with Pastor Welch. However, I do not remember any mention of Cats in the Calkins family. For the law of Catt-O!s you might have to look elsewhere because I really never understood what they were talking about, as if I should care about Templar curiosities.

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Yes, perusing the genealogical records, one cannot help but wonder why this worthless idiot Turner Trice is yet screaming in my ear after all these years. We are not related in any way to this Turner riff-raff of Oklahoma, fortunately for us. My grandmother's brother John Cecil was one of those distant relatives who apparently fell of the map, what was he doing in Rhode Island nobody knows or cares to be bothered with learning more about them, I don't understand. If there were money to be doled out to relatives, certainly they would probably have their address information on file at the office of central headquarters. Beyond that, I really don't see the point of prolonging this useless dialogue with persons who have no capacity to reckon. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really don't understand why they are so fascinated with the existence of Daniel, a working class guy of no special importance beyond being a distant cousin of sorts. Not seeing any need to be gratuitously negative, better to leave each his own, so that if Daniel has his own special private arrangements, that means nothing to me, myself preferring to maintain my own separate identity, apart from them, because anyway they would never think of doing anything helpful such as, for example, producing some paperwork so that we could all see what that was all about. Needless to say.