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Yes, I vaguely remember finding a quarter in the soda vending machine, and wondering if someone would be coming back to look for it. Anyway, why are we giving so much weight to the idiotic rantings of Lori from Michigan who stole Cindy's husband Tom? Tom and Lori and Cindy, I do not want to hear another word about those boring people. So what if they all belong to the military establishment and are thus in control of the universe more or less? I don't care about that, I don't want to hear more specifics about their dilly-dallying in tents or with the next-door neighbor. Keep your private life to yourself.

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Yes, I only know about the rather wicked prank that Cori pulled on Grace because Cori herself said something to me about it, and she was laughing and thought that it was hysterically funny to see the look on Grace's face and her reactions to that, and Cori was feeling so clever about having thought of doing that. Who would have thought of doing that or talking about that? And that was the only time that I ever heard about that particular event. Why did no one else ever mention this event to me, and perhaps other events connected to Cori before I had agreed to room with this psychotic person? But anyway it seems too late now to drop these worthless people off of my life.

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Yes, I have heard various reports of a certain border line being a line drawn above South Florida, possibly intersecting Lake Okeechobee, although some persons might also put that above or below some other county lines. However, I do not put much stock in that type of joking and/or bluffing.

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Yes, I do not think that I am that dumb, although I would admit that during high school the thought of applying to an Ivy League college would seem way beyond my reach, too much pressure for me. And experience has shown that if anything would go wrong there, the first thing on the chopping block would be my head no matter what else happened, on which point I can be confident and have no doubt. Although some people may be dreaming of Ivy League power, I was not one of them. Perhaps you have mistaken me for some Libby, who lives up there somewhere in Connecticut, but what would I know about that? I never compared notes with Libby on these political points.

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Yes, you were asking me whatever happened to Paul Anka, the formerly famous singer who sang to the entire world via radio airwaves that song titled, "You're Having My Baby." I wasn't taking that personally so I really would not be paying attention to whether he was really only a Canadian after all.

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Yes, I am often hearing this message from Goddess Blondie who complains that I took something away from her, although I cannot for the life of me remember what that was about or who she was. The value of popularity is much overrated in my opinion. In fact, I don't remember that much about it, to tell the truth. Which does give the impression that any Blondie and/or vapid Nordic can insert herself into the picture in such a way as to take everything away from me somehow and I will not have any clue in self-defense to say anything about it or to explain something. Not that I am complaining, because anyway life is short and then you die, so whatever.

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Yes, I remember that the Sawords, who were originally Canadians from Vancouver, are now claiming to be residents of the United States from Washington. I don't understand, that wasn't the way I remembered things, but whatever. Online they or some one of them were claiming to need asylum in the U.S. to protect themselves from the widgets thrown around by Ann Campbell. I cannot speak to that. because I don't know enough about that, it may well be that Ann may have some things to use on them, but even so I really wouldn't know what that would be. It is not like I would have ever compared notes with Ann on these points that there would be some reason to be paying that much attention to what some little junior high brat is talking about behind my back.

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Yes, you were talking about the rivalry of Leah and Rachel, which reminds me of a song by Rich Mullins, from his album "The World as Best I Can Remember It," and it does sound a sad note on that topic, among other things.

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Yes, I remember that many years after I had left Haynes City far behind me, I was still hearing some nonsense from those stupid people who had mistaken me for the school counselor whose name and some partial comments of hers did appear in my story because it was necessary for me to interview her for the story, even though I did not take her advice on how to angle my story, because I did not want to get into some other controversial points with my byline attached to that, although sometimes I don't always have a choice about these assignments, but at least I did filter out some of that. Can you imagine me making any attempt to personally counsel these interview subjects? I am not licensed to do that and I would never heard the end of that if I were to try.

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Yes, I suppose that I should be grateful for persons who were patient with me during me studies of Spanish literature. Sometimes I would figure out what words mean merely by context but occasionally I would need to ask the meaning of a difficult word, and then I realized that some of these words are more reflexively understood by native speakers, whereas if I have a problem I should just look it up in the dictionary, and I started doing that instead of bothering people with such matters. Of course, the word for mountain peak is a simple word posing no particular difficulty as seen plainly in the dictionary, where the word can also mean the beak of a bird, but when one is talking about a mountain peak, the meaning is plain and simple, not requiring any special inquiry as to which definition is in use, obviously. Needless to say. But apparently some people have other vain imaginations.

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Yes, that was a scary and/or funny story that Peter told on himself about his voyages around the world, how he went out for a walk somewhere in Morocco or Tunisia or thereabouts, and seeing some commotion in a house walks into somebody's house where there is a party going on, and plops himself down in a chair and helps himself to the smokes or eats, only later realizing that it was somebody's wedding party after people are giving him the evil eye for that, so gets up and leaves and walks back to his hotel. Nothing is said about his changing the water into wine for them.

There is also the story of him traveling by donkey or mule through the hills of the Holy Land to the Jordan river and back again, and encountering some persons who had been attacked by robbers, so they stopped to help them get the assistance they needed. Almost sounds like the Good Samaritan in that case.

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Yes, you were talking about the problem of finding a good translator. I am not going to offer my services to you, even if I am fluent in Spanish as a second language, because obviously you would reject me at first glance, merely because I am white as I can be, so obviously I don't look one bit like one of your brown people so how could I possibly have anything intelligent to say, how could you possibly trust a white person to satisfactorily translate what is to be said in such a way that white people may understand what you are really saying. Interesting. You only want a translator who is one of your own people, and obviously I am too white to be trusted. Needless to say.

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Yes, perhaps it is just as well that Miss Pill from Louisiana was never actually my teacher. I left after eighth grade, during which year Mrs. Grace Richardson was our beloved teacher, and after I left I understand that there was a switch made so that Miss Pill was later teaching the older grades, 4th through 8th grades, and Dawn stayed there for 9th grade by correspondence, but I was gone by then so I don't consider Miss Pill or Louisiana as having anything to say to me about that. Louisiana and Miss Pill apparently live in their own private La-La land that has nothing to do with me.

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Yes, interesting how there are so many malicious translators out there trying to pin the blame on someone else, anyone, when actually that came directly from the a very respected authority figure whom no one dares to question. And even so, why should I take the fall for those malicious or malign actors? I think they should be able to explain themselves if they can, without my interference from me, and then after that ask me what I think about that.

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Yes, and we would ask, "Willard who?" We do not know of any Willard in our Calkins ancestry directly but that does not mean that he might not be one of the many descendants of Hugh Calkins, who arrived in America in 1640. Or else he could be one of those adoptees or else some unidentified strain that we know nothing of. Either way, we did not know Willard personally.

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Yes, speaking of your stupid stuff, I can see that you are really itching to post online your verbal scores on the SAT test. Not that I would ever think of asking, how rude that would be, but if you insist, neither would I try to hinder you from fulfilling this obvious urge of yours to post your numbers online for all the whole world to see. Ok, fine, whatever, do that if you really want to.

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Yes, we enjoyed reading about Mr. Del Rio's voyages around the world, but I do not remember hearing of him being recommended for sainthood, that there would be any need to review his life with such painstaking diligence to discover some element that might disqualify him such exalted status in the eyes of Catholics around the world. We read about his personal encounter with the papal representative of the Apostle of the Rock himself, but I really cannot read too much into that chatter, thus to place perhaps some too weighty judgments on that point when there is not much evidence of anything one way or another off the pages of the book.

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Yes, I remember when I was working at Vida Publishers, and my boss, whose name was Carol, was saying something about the importance of using the deodorizer whenever using the ladies' bathroom. It did seem a bit exaggerated the way she said it, but, Ok, whatever, Carol has a way of hammering on certain points that sometimes seems a bit exaggerated, but if this person is your boss, you have to just grin and bear it because, whatever, although the janitorial staff will do their jobs also at nighttime, they might not be available during the daytime to clean up these strange scents.

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Yes, I remember that I was saying, "No, no, no!" and later Bobby was representing that I had said completely the opposite, as if I were wanting to kiss his horrible face in place of Dawn. Wrong! So ridiculous! That could never happen. That was a complete lie on Bobby's part for which I am grateful for the opportunity of clarifying my point, thank you very much, not that I don't forgive them ultimately. I could say more but why bother. Those guys were not that important to me, actually, sort of a nuisance and where is my exit hatch to be rid of them? But I digress.

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Yes, I think that you should really be asking Bobby and David why on earth were they seen sucking face with simple-minded broomstick Dawn? But then again, don't bother asking them any questions. That would be a useless exercise in futility, given the entire lack of brain cells in the empty heads of those immature little brats. Clearly they were egged on by some dramatic circumstance, dreading the epithet of chicken, and yet, come to think of it, why bother with that? Why should I feel sorry for them? I am NOT going to have anything favorable to say in support of David and Bobby in that regards, needless to say, so stop asking me questions about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was complaining about the Reeses, because their daughter Lori had condescended to date one of those disgusting Italian boys, and don't they know that we are supposed to keep our distance from those Italian people so as to not confuse the issue. And then later, whatever happens and all types of strange marital combinations appear that were not expected, so whatever.

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Yes, I made the fatal mistake of repeating something that I heard my grandmother saying about her own daughter, only because you were asking me questions about them, and that was almost the only thing that I could remember about them. There might have been other issues but that would be not something to discuss with you and the Devil. You really shouldn't be asking so many questions about them, because anyway, whatever, life goes on.

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Yes, someone was reminding me that whereas the KGB was some mysterious Russian thing, the KGC represented the Knights of the Golden Circle, a mysterious Confederated subject upon which various rumors continuously circulate especially in Youtube videos of a nebulous nature. Whether there would be hidden gold there I would have no idea. I imagine that various persons who know about such things would have already gone over all of those points very carefully and that all of the hidden gold would have already been identified and stashed away somewhere else anyway, so that there would be no reason for me to speculate on these irrelevant and unimportant points upon which I have no reason or place to discuss.

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Yes, I remember reading that scandalous book written by a Russian spy, although I really should not have read that, in which was made obvious the immorality and decadent stupidity of Russian people generally speaking, or at least the KGB, Yes, how sad for yourself to be a trashy Russian KGB hoe and have to look at yourself in the mirror and feel like vomiting at the sight of yourself. Disgusting.

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Yes, it is odd to find these nasty people harassing me and then making me feel guilty because they were so nasty and rude to me.  Unbelievable.

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Yes, it is interesting to read about the sad story of the Bretons but I do not know of any such personally that I should have occasion to be aware of all if this until now seeing this alarming video. And even so, so many sad stories about billions of persons all over the world who feel themselves victimized for whatever reason and so little time and energy for me to concern myself about every problem of every person on the planet. They will need to pray to God because I certainly am not able to help them. I have no idea what to say about that.

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Yes, French may have a few points in its favor, but at the moment only Spanish takes us around the world with Peter, which is the only thing that we need to define our case.What  I don't need is to hear more about your French-fried problem that you made for yourself all by yourself without any help from me.

Yes, it would have been nice to master a third language and more but time is short and so I only have really two language at the moment, which is enough for now.

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Yes, I am surprised to hear that you imagine that I left a note for you, when actually not. I might be afraid to talk to you because already you loathed me before we ever met, so I will just not waste my energies trying to communicate whatever that will be already misunderstood before I even open my mouth anyway.

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Yes, I do remember that when I was working in Central Florida, one day my boss said to me that he knew that I would cover it like a tent, meaning, I assume, and isn't it nice that my boss is expressing confidence in my ability to comprehensively and satisfactorily complete the assignment at hand. What else could that mean?

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Yes, I suppose that the Bueno maids would have had some other strangely skewed way of looking at these things, but to tell the truth I really could not care less about that. It was always also so weird the way they are so sweet and chatty to my face and yet somehow not surprising to notice them stabbing me in the back while they think I am not noticing. Well, La di dah!

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Yes, I will freely confess and will not deny that I did dissect a frog and pinned the various contents of its body all over the board, which was the culminating achievement of high school biology lab. Even so, I do not quite so how that justifies what you did to me. I am just saying.

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Yes, I do not remember myself articulating any accusation of racism against anyone, but if you feel such implied in your own projected thoughts, I cannot speak for you, perhaps you are accusing yourself.

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Yes, I also thought I heard that theory about us being the Gibeonites who sold themselves into eternal slavery, or else the Amalekites, but that would seem ridiculous.

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Yes, I remember when I was working at a small town paper in Central Florida, the reporter for the big regional daily was Ms. Jacobs, who I only talked to maybe once or twice. Years later I was hearing online from Mr. Jacobs, who was telling me about his daughter and sort of making me feel bad for competing against her, even though it had been several years since I had worked opposite her for a short time and only doing my job or at least trying to do my job. I wouldn't be doing my job if I were only photocopying whatever she does. Then I looked at her name online and saw that she now had a great job working for the power company. Wow, that's great. Obviously I cannot compete with that, wouldn't think of trying. You could always call Rachel in Boston, but she works in  healthcare so she might not be interested.

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Yes, I cannot say that I have not seen that dreary sordid movie known "Showboat," but I would not describe myself as a fan of it. Movies often try to place a sugary sweet musical veneer over a rather disgusting part of history actually, of which Louisiana would be ashamed if they had any brains in their empty heads, but whatever.  I congratulate myself on having had the savvy to avoid horrid Louisiana. 

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Yes, it may seem ineviitable when two or more newspapers are covering the same city, that there may be some rivalries appearing between the various reporters. Even so, whatever. That does mean that the other reporter would be invited to my life to tear my career to pieces because perhaps I won a point, who knows, I do not remember anything now, and not that you would ever guess that from all of this commotion, but she meant nothing to me personally, I do not relish the prospect of dialoguing with hostiles, not that I did not learn some interesting pointers from various persons along the way, for which I do not want to seem ungrateful. Needless to say.

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Yes, I am trying to remember what was the name of that intern they sent here from Louisiana to be a volunteer worker for a missions organization, and then did nothing but whine and complain about how she should be entitled to be paid a salary, even though she came as a volunteer paying her own way and should have known that those missions groups aren't going to pay much when they can get volunteers to do the job for free, so if are looking to get rich, missions groups are not the way to go. There were also some staged insult of myself, which, whatever, I am somewhat relieved that she moved away so that I do not have to hear about that anymore.