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Yes, I suppose you are so simple-minded that you think that whiteness is a synonym of U.S citizenship. Well, that would be wrong. Look at all of the darkness everywhere, and also go to Mexico and try to speak English with that albino girl in our schoool there. You might not get the reaction you were expecting.

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Yes, what was the name of Shannon's trashy slut wife who ran away with another man, some guy from Louisiana? I have almost no memory of her, I might have met her maybe once so don't be asking me any questions about them.

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Yes, I really do like the sound of that book title, "Streams in the Desert," in which the word "streams" denotes the presence of an abundance of water in an otherwise seemingly dry place, a refreshing surprise.. Somehow I do think that the substitution of "Brooks" would sound too much clunkety-clunk and cutesy-puke to merit any serious consideration, but what would the clueless "Brooks" gang know about appropriate translation values?They are an annoying pack of attention-grabbers who think that everything should be about them, and to whom I do not attach myself in any way or make any claim upon.

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Yes, once again the crude and vulgar foul-mouthed Mrs. Flags has proven that any cat may have kittens, so hopefully the FBI may put the kibosh on her evil designs for world domination.

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Yes, it does seem strange that Mrs. Flags doth protest too much, when anyway, she could easily shipped home to Colombia and all would seem the same either way.

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Yes, quite a long time ago, online, someone was threatening to sell me down river to Louisiana, as if were somehow connected to Mississippi unbeknownst to me. All of which provides reason for me to avoid Louisiana whenever possible because I do not understand exactly who said that or why I would want to reenact that person's dark fantasy life.

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Yes, well, anyway, I do not remember myself asking evil Mrs. Flag to stick her foot in that, this is all news to me, so I cannot be reasonably expected to bear her part of that.

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Yes, I tend to object to the idea of mentally retarded Bobby setting himself up as judge and jury, when ultimately he will need to blow his own brains out, because anyway that was all in his head.

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Yes, I might have mentioned to someone that the private high school that I had attended was full of rich people, which means that these people are the most unbearably arrogant snobs whose pompous attitude must be patiently endured with a grain of salt because it would be too dangerous to actually have any conflict with them, so that all opportunity for conflict should be studiously avoided. Perhaps that meant something else to you, but that is what that meant to me.

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Yes, I had noticed the way they are using the "aids" as a way of discouraging anyone from "helping" them, due to the threat of incurable disease. I am not aware of any remedy for that.

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Yes, it is always a bit awkward for me, being mistaken for that militant drunk Shari. I heard her online boasting of having caught Ben in a way that was so weird, as if I would be aware of the existence of these people I never heard of.

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Yes, I think that I do not want to hear more about Marion Brooks' mysteriously weird monologue, because then you would be later extracting it from me, causing a great hassle for me that would not be worth the effort. Better to dump Marion in the garbage can before I hear anything more about that so that I will not in future be on your radar of your data extraction operations. 

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Yes, it is always a bit awkward. Did you imagine yourself my sixth cousin twice removed? Well, now you may consider yourself thrice removed, and perhaps future removals will be in order if you continue to pretend to press these fraudulent claims on me.

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Yes wasn't Seattle the hometown of those vile wicked Brooks twins? I always did look down my nose at those pathetically debauched pagan bimbos, always so in thick with Cori, which only proves that they themselves also qualify as worthless garbage, especially that horrible Marion. Looks like you'll just have to bust your own kneecaps. I won't be available.

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Yes, interesting how the child is identified mainly as the mother, as also I would consider myself actually more English or somewhat Scottish, as per my mother, and my mother's mother even more English, and not so much Irish, although there are some interesting things about the Irish, and notwithstanding some points of superficial appearances, even so, the fraction of Irish in me is actually quiet small.

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Yes, that sometimes make us wonder which other "Calkins" is so devoted to the wino industry, because certainly that would not be me, nor am I informed on this matter. Nevertheless, one can easily imagine that someone could make some ridiculously weird jokes about "Uncle Merit" although I really would not understand why, and one way or another what is the point you are trying to make, given my entire lack of information about their family, nor do I care to endanger life and limb in the pursuit of such an undeserving and entirely unconnected point.

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Yes, it is baffling to hear all these mutterings about idiotic worthless Cori. I will have no future need of the services of that disgusting worthless Cori person to "back" me up. She long ago proved herself unworthy and incapable of such a "job." Never again will you be enabled to attempt to shove your worthless beer and wine scum down my throat.

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Yes, now that I have turned the corner and rededicated my life to the Lord, the last thing I would need would be foul-mouthed wino Cori dragging me back to that life of worthless stupidity that she bestows upon everyone around her, because she is basically horrible. Bad company is sad to corrupt, and Cori was very, very bad.

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 Yes, Cori's worthless butt was kicked to the curb long ago. Must we throw you also into the worthless  Cori bucket? If you insist, perhaps we may do that also.

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Yes, thanks for reminding me that Cori is a profoundly retarded foul-mouthed wino who has been removed from any hope of future friendship with me. There is nothing about Cori that is worth remembering, needless to say. Not that I am screaming at people the way that she habitually does, but I am refusing to listen in future to her idiotic rantings.

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Yes, I do think that it would be premature for me to pass a peremptory judgment and try to provide an answer while lacking the necessary data in sufficient quantities to arrive at a reliably accurate conclusion that would make any difference to the authorities who understand about these things, some private parties having funneled various bits of information for their own private game uses. Just cobbling a few books together does not constitute a scientific conclusion, needless to say. Obviously. Duh!  

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Yes, I do think that I paid for my own platter of delicious onion rings when I went "Dutch" to the Coco's coffee shop with various people during college. Even so, I never had very much connection to those Dutch Reformed people over at that crystal place. I do not know much about them, one way or another, besides which I am not Dutch and don't really speak their language. Sorry for the concert confusion.

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Yes, I remember that during college sometimes there would be some impromptu game of volleyball mustered in the gym, and sometimes I would join them, and often there was this guy there who was always angry if his team did not win the game, and very dogmatically he would be always screaming at everybody, especially his teammates who missed the ball or helped to lose the game, and sometimes that would be me, and that was sort of annoying. I enjoyed playing volleyball but if it becomes his personal ego problem then maybe I don't need volleyball that much.

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Yes, I too was a bit shocked at the deeply "blue" shade of the Harvey girls' dialogue, so gimmicky, so staged, so stupid. But life is short and then what? Why can't you just tell Barbara Harvey to shoot herself? Does cutting me down make her "feel" better?

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Yes, I could have done so many things differently, but anyway, time is short, and I don't have time to be always rewinding everything little thing, especially the parts that have already been thrown into the sea of forgetfulness. At some point I have to cut my losses and get on with what is left of me. You will just have to get along without me, tell those idiot guys to get lost, I don't want to be hearing from them later, which obviously won't be much of a problem for you, I don't see that you have any reason to be complaining about something, isn't that what you wanted?

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Yes, after having gone to Magic Mountain, I can easily see that those Vineyard people are ir at least were the lowest level of clueless riff-raff, or at least could be potentially construed that way, but I cannot remember their names now or who I might have discussed this with so it is hard for me to say anything else about them now, nor do I wish to be reminded of that mostly uneventful day. Why do I have to explain this? One roller coaster ride is very much like another, more or less.

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Yes, that was nice of Lori to arrange for me a blind date with that guy, at the pizza place, and there he spoke longingly of his previous girlfriend, an Icelandic he had met while working for NATO in Iceland, and he hasn't heard from her recently. Hmmm.... So this is one of several signals indicating that this guy is Mr. Wrong. Any time a guy can only eulogize his previous girlfriend, then perhaps he should be sent back to her and I should not be wasting so much of my time on his garbage, as if I should be knee-jerk reacting to someone who I never met and cannot really say why I should care about that. Theoretically I should be insulted by your low opinion of my character, but on the other hand it would not be worth the effort of wasting so much energy on knee-jerk reacting to that.    

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Yes, I cannot quite remember, who was Monica Spader really, and why does she imagine that I would ever want to speak to her ever again in this lifetime, especially after all that nonsense? I really should not say more than that, given the vague uncertainties of dim memories that I would prefer to forget. She was gone after 10th grade so what would she now about reality? Probably not much.

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Yes, years ago at Oakland Park, when Jennie Cerrullo came visiting, she gave me her phone number, so I did call her once and her brother-in-law answered the phone and was quoting poetry, although I do not remember now which poet, whether E.E. Cummings or Carl Sandburg means nothing to me, all those famous American poets had their day. If that meant something else to you then perhaps you should be turning yourself into the authorities, because that did not mean so much to me.

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Yes, I remember that shortly after returning to El Salvador for our second term, I would have been about 12 or 13 years old, we were with our friend Susie, walking back to her house from another place, and there was a pack of rioting people parading down the street carrying signs of protest and yelling. We quickly ran into a nearly furniture store and hid there while the parade of rioters passed by. Easy for you to blend in with this mob of rioting thugs and walk past them unnoticed, but for us white girls it was more scary than that.

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Yes, how clever of you to notice that both of my grandparents on my mother's side died of cancer. They were in their 80s already when they died so that is not so surprising. The ideal thing would be to die naturally in your sleep, but for other people often times there is a disease that shortens the time of life, so either way, life is short and then you die.

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Yes, I remember that when I was living in Virginia for two years, I often did various temporary jobs through an employment agency, I do not remember the name of it, and for a couple of weeks maybe I was working at a swanky country club in Norfolk, a job that I enjoyed very much, and from some of the windows I could enjoy the beautiful view of the harbor, but of course it was only a temporary job. I imagine those club dues would be horrendously expensive. There was no need to say more about that.

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Yes, sometimes we start by doing one thing and find it difficult to back out of that after we learn that it was a whole different thing and that now we are dangling on a bait hook. I never had any illusory thought of going to New York, and yet you were somehow expecting me to go there even though I never said that. Someone else planned that. Ridiculous.

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Yes, I suppose that you were expecting me to say something about voting for that boozer Chicken George, and what does that prove? Perhaps that under certain circumstances any bean-tootin' bozo can get himself elected, and yet there is more to the office or the job than any one person can fulfill. What else was there to say about that?

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Yes, who can forget the dramatic story of Elijah who killed the false prophets of Baal after bringing down the fire from heaven. In every generation we have to remember that sometimes cutting yourself and running around and working so hard all day long gets you nowhere. If the Lord is not in it, then why bother? Given these conditions, we must step aside and let the false prophets have their day.

But those who drive like Jehu are those who actually see the demise of the evil queen, Jezebel, who has donned her makeup and is leaning out of a window, from which her servants willl soon throw her to be eaten by the dogs. Now there was an amazing woman, so energetic and clever about taking the vineyard of Naboth. Such initiative and strategy. And yet somehow, ultimately things did not end well for Jezebel.

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Yes, who can forget Mark and Jeannette, who I remember from early college days at Evangel, and also for a couple of years at Oakland Park. Later, he served as an AG pastor for some years but then I heard about his problem, something very sad happened, a child was left behind on the bus to fatal consequences. Even with his father being a head honcho with the AG perhaps does not spare him the consequences of that unfortunate event, so he probably has a serious problem going forward. But anyway I am only hearing about all of this third-hand. I was not there and cannot say that I know anything firsthand about that.

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Yes, I do not recall myself inviting a pack of nasty Michiganders to come here and make my life miserable. Why can't this Michigan riffraff just go back to where they came from? I will not need them for anything.

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Yes, one cannot help but wonder whether your odd references to "the family" indicate that you may be distantly related to that horrible family who live in another state so they are really not my problem in any way. At all times I studiously endeavor to avoid any reference to them in order that they really have nothing to use on me.

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Yes, well, good for you, you found some mindless Cuban peasant to defend your snippety weird attitude. Brrrrr!!!! And when are you going to finally put some real verbiage on the line so that we can finally ship you back home to your evil Jessica-Jezebel Roberts hometown where you really belong. Without the actual verbiage it becomes really too dangerous and risky to put an appropriate handle on you.

Did I mention that I am not hugely impressed with David's choice of college? So, ladida to you, too. 

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Yes, that was so weird how Rosanne, one time when some people from the church youth group were at some event at someone's house, suddenly accused me of giving her the evil eye. I was shocked, what a weird thing to say to me. But on the other hand, also, I cannot honestly say that I liked her that much. We are required to love these people in the Lord, but there was something odd about her attitude.

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Yes, I hope that you were not expecting me to slog through another long and rambling rant about conspiracy theories. Of course there are conspiracies and conglomerates managing various things on a macro level, needless to say, but to focus on that too much, whether politically on one side or another of the debate, is not very helpful or informative generally speaking. How naive and simple-minded did you think I could be in that regard?

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Yes, but of course you probably get all of your warped and  information from the vicious nasty Italian Rosanna, who, whatever, I don't care, if I never see her again, no great loss to me. She was nothing to me, more of a nuisance than a so-called "friend."

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Yes, how well I remember at Oakland Park the way that Tim Triplet would say to me, "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Which generally means the end of this conversation because, anyway, unlike you, I did not have any crush on that obnoxious little twerp.

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Yes, I am reminded, although I have already told this story, that during high school, when I would arrive home in the afternoon, I would often get myself a snack, which often was a piece of bread and a glass of water, which my sister thought was ridiculous, as if I were a prisoner, Ha ha ha, What can I say? The bread was delicious, although other days I would make myself a pickle sandwich.

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Yes, I suppose that you were expecting me to comment on the Tuttle connection, which I myself do not understand, so how can I express such a bizarre thought about complete strangers, because anyway Rhonda Tuttle is a person who I only met once at a church service, and only basically said hello, she was there visiting her future husband David, who later divorced her, so how do I explain to them that I really am not familiar with their Tuttle agenda and don't quite understand why they are talking to me that way online, as if I would know something about that. Did Rhonda have a famous cousin or something? I don't understand that connection. Don't they understand that we don't really do that online spinning, we are only trying to oblige now because anyway there seems to be a need to communicate, even if there is nothing in that for me. 

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Yes, only by browsing through Wikipedia do I find that you are attached somehow to the Andrews family. Hmm.... that makes me wonder whether you were acquainted with my Andrews cousins. But of course there are many Andrews on this planet, it is a somewhat common name. How would I know more about that when they never were very forthcoming with information on that side of their family? If I have to ask, or rather if it were too much of a hassle to ask, then maybe I really do not need to know more about that.

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Yes, I remember that someone was talking about Einstein's wife and how she seemed to be more of a maid than a wife. I do not know enough about that to offer further comment, I only remember that it seemed as if a nightmare.

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Yes, another puzzling thought about high school is to consider whether our scientific genius classmate Alfredo, Einstein's alter ego, had or not attended the scandalous party featuring Stephanie. I would not know because I was not there, and would have no hope of explaining anything about that, but perhaps various other persons in our classroom were there and could provide more detailed information about what really happened there, because hammering me on this topic is obviously a mere distraction that prevents people from putting the focus back on the party-goers all of whom obviously were not me, so obviously I cannot say who they actually were because I forget most of their names. I only remember the classroom drama that occurred after the party, not the actual party.

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Yes, one can easily imagine that those vulgar disgusting repugnant Portuguese might have some rude and crude remark to make about Grace Madigan, the Irish woman who was for seven years married to Freitas Henriques, yet without children. She lived another 14 years after his suicidal death, before dying of Bright's disease of the kidneys, looking at the documental evidence. Ok, whatever. How much Portuguese language could she speak? Probably not much. Without children, obviously she could not lay much claim to the treasures of the Azores in future generations. Probably their thought would have proceeded sort of along those lines. Her claim to fame had ended with Bright's disease. Ok, fine. Life is short and then you die.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one of my cousin David's favorite TV shows was "Dark Shadows," although I could barely watch a few minutes of that, it was so boring, I could not understand why he was so into that. Later he moved to San Francisco and got into many other things, Eastern religions and who knows what else, but anyway he has been gone for more than 30 years now, so there is not much more that I could say about things I cannot remember.

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Yes, this is awkward, you trying to make me take the fall for Molly, poor thing. Yes, Molly may have the police record, for having participated in various protest events, whereas I did not have the police record because I was not that kind of girl. Molly was in a class of mine but I was only in school to prepare for something better than that. For some of these people, such as Molly, they take these causes so personally, too personally if you ask me, almost as if that were a personal experience of theirs, whereas I am only studying this problem from an analytical point of view, because, anyway, that wasn't my problem. But when so many people are burning down the town, probably someone should be studying this problem and what should be done about it. Lori K. was talking loudly about Molly.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that my cousin David died in about 1989. He would have remembered more about what my grandfather was saying about Thomas More because anyway I only overheard a little bit of what they were talking about. My cousin David might have had some other things to say about that later in terms of opinion and commentary, but unfortunately, he died, and after you die, you cannot come back and explain in more detail about that. You are just gone. Sad to say, but Thomas More's head and body are buried in separate places, and although there may be pieces of Thomas More circulating somewhere, anyway, history has already put its final word on the topic. There is nothing more to say. What will be revealed after the resurrection is not for us to say in this earthly place.

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Yes, how ridiculous, you think that because your surname is "Flags," that you are somehow related to me and thus have something to say to me. Looks like we will need to keep the Florence book on file if only to clean your clock.

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Yes, I was surprised to be hearing all of this ridiculous ranting from clueless Wendy, who is apparently a devout Catholic, because anyway, why else would you ally yourself with those people who are trying to reattach the head of Thomas More and overturn the kingly will of Henry VIII, as if that were the whole point of the Protestant Reformation, rather than merely one of those happenstances of history that somehow worked ultimately for the good of Christianity in spite of itself. I cannot imagine myself needing to say something about that.

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Yes, I will agree that drunks and winos and boozers come in all colors and shapes and sizes. Color is not really a factor in this ongoing discussion of booze. Also, there is a certain physiology more susceptible than others to alcoholism, although that is not matter of skin color. It has something to do with the Native American population, but what would I know about that? I am not involved in the boozer industry, so that is no skin off my nose.

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Yes, I remember hearing that Becky and the Stewarts or Wights have a special deal on Vanity Fair the details of which I was not informed. I once tried to read that boring novel but never got past the first chapter. Don't know when I would ever get back to that, maybe I don't need that anyway. So whatever.

Even so, there really does need to be a context for your bizarre rantings. If you are not going to explain something then we are not going to be able to excuse your extraneous Dutch vocabulary. Is that the stench of forest fire scum emanating from your ears? And then there is all that worthless Danny puke clouding the atmosphere. His mother beings Swedish seems to give him a serious attitude problem. 

Ultimately, you are going nowhere with this line of attack. We have grown bored of your stupid tricks and ultimately we already know that our salvation does not depend on your having a brain in your empty head. Our hope comes from the Lord who made the heavens and the earth. So get over yourself and cough up your real story before you self-destruct. I am only saying this for your own good.

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Yes, here in America our parents like to encourage us by telling us that we can do anything, even run for president, but of course these are idealistic platitudes that we cannot take too seriously, given that, anyway, who wants the nightmare of trying to run for president? Certainly not me. Needless to say. I certainly can say "No" if so choose.

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Yes, interesting, fascinating actually, how intensely you hate me based on whatever flimsy circumstances you may cobble together for whatever purpose you want, building perhaps upon some mysterious centuries-old colonial or ancient mythologies of no interest to me, and upon which I have not yet been rightly informed. Given that I am soon to disappear from this planet, I think that you really should make some effort to find some other form of amusement or entertainment to occupy your idle mind, that does not involve me, given that anyway I will soon be gone.

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Yes, it had seemed funny at the time, to find that the STOP sign had been repainted overnight as SPOT by some college prankster who happened to be a classmate of mine, who working part-time for the college maintenance department, had access to the paint needed to make that look so official. That was one of the first things that I had noticed that morning walking to class after the great "used car lot" prank. How clever of them not to invite me to participate in their massive prank, so I guess that leaves me off the hook, which is actually sort of a relief. there being actually something angry about these pranksters who get carried away with their own self-importance, and I also learned later that there were some other not so funny parts of the prank that I had not seen myself. But pranks were quite frequent at that time in our college. Certain people apparently have an overwhelming urge to make their prankster statements.

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Yes, that was sort of annoying, the way you were often accusing me of being prejudiced against Italians, and trying to put some words in my mouth, that I am not sure quite which words they were, I have no reason to be thinking about you that way, but if you insist maybe I will find that in the dictionary eventually.

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Yes, I should not need to explain that I never hand out money to these beggars. There are many drunks and winos wandering about the streets, who come to the front doors and windows begging for the mercy of God and a limosna. They are a wretched and pitiful sight to behold. However, the policy is  to never give them money. They would just spend it all on booze, thus to perpetuate their miserable condition. We are not amused. However, it is not a good idea to send them away hungry. We can at least give them a banana or some such piece of fruit. That would be the Christian thing to do.