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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Dana Cole, a person who was two years behind me in college, of whom I remember almost nothing, only that we might have chatted once or twice in the dorm. One tends to assume that she graduated from college a couple of years after myself, but I really have not heard much about her since I left. These people are not close friends of mine, actually. I can barely remember their names.

Yes, perhaps I should have reserved the See's Candy for people who are actually my friends. I have found a good substitute for you, which is called "Kilwins," based in Michigan. Delicious.

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Yes, I do seem to vaguely remember that some of those black or sort of blackish girls were seen to arrive at the dorm dressed in a way that might have been suitable for a nightclub, and it came out later that they had been cruising around in some low-rider district, although I do not quite understand how that could happen, and then probably CJ would have hit the roof and that would have been severe. It is better for me to let them police each other, because if white girl sticks her nose in that, what a worse mess it might have been, obviously, but I merely assume that the authorities would have dealt with the matter in an appropriate way.

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Yes, I cannot seem to remember, was Mary an MK from Asia, she who married that black guy Ernie Clayton who was one of the star basketball players? Not to confuse her with Joy Bolton, another MK from Asia who was married Bill Kelly, another guy at college who was very prominent for some reason. I did not know them very well, that I would care to comment on these people. 

Asia is not something for us to talk too much about, given that Kowloon was stuck on the other side of the Communist line after the world wars, opposite to Hong Kong, so we really cannot say much about that. It is a sad story.

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Yes, that joke of yours was so lame, about getting points for running people over with a car, and then you turn around and pretend that you were not the person who suggested that in the first place. Which is another reason why we are no longer on speaking terms.

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Yes, I have recently learned that Cooper was the mother's maiden name of the Stewart twins, which brings up the question of whether the Stewarts are related to someone who was at our college, Bathsheba Cooper, a black girl who often sang in chapel and was well known to all for that reason. I did not know her personally, only remember that she was considered a good singer.

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Yes, I vaguely remember my first year at SCC, living on the seventh floor of girls' dorm, the top floor it was, that Gail Lee and Lisa Moats were in the first room next to the elevator, maybe across the hall from them was C.J. (Cynthia Jackson) from San Francisco, a couple of doors down from them was Heather Stewart [MK-South Africa] and Debbie Godwin, then my room, where my roommate the first semester was Dolly and the second semester Barbara, and a couple of doors farther down the hall was someone named Mary, a white girl, and was dating Ernie Clayton, a black guy who was one of the star basketball players who lived in an alternate universe. Whether Mary had a personality I really could not say. She kept to herself and mostly hung out with her boyfriend. Also on our floor was Vickie Fraser. Also living on the same floor were Candy Higgins and Candy Bennett, who were rooming together, and also Anne and Jayne Darosci from Chicago who were nieces of the college president and cousins to Larry Kraiss and probably also his cousin Glen Kraiss, and who were only there for one year, and various other people whose names escape me at the moment.

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Yes, I remember that someone was saying that she claimed to have been a backup singer for some huge secular rock band, maybe Chicago, and also claimed to be a Motown success, although it was not clear how that could be true of a blond white person, as Motown people are all black. That was what I remember having heard someone say about her, although I never heard much more about that. The president's wife spoke of her with a chilling contempt that did bonte bode well for her proposed transition to CCM, her demo album being handed around to persons who did not seem very impressed, although I never heard it myself so I cannot really say much about that. I do not remember what her name was or what path her career took later. I just have no idea.

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Yes, but you are telling me that you are gone to Walker's Point, which means that you will just be stuck there in Peru forever and ever. Peru probably has its interesting points, but anyway, life is too short to spend all the points on Peru.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC, there lived down the hall from me some girl named Gail Lee, whose roommate's name was Lisa, and there room was right next to the elevator, and that is almost the only sum total of everything that I can remember about Gail Lee. Beyond that, I really would not be able to comment on whatever about Lee. I have no idea. I do not remember myself ever talking to them.

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Yes, we once spent a week vacationing in Colorado, a little tourist trap called Estes Park, and we attended some Christian concerts in the evening, and during the day we strolled about the town shopping at various cute little shops. We were vacationing together with the Stewarts, our former friends who we have not seen for these many years now. Sam's girlfriend Janey Walker was also there vacationing with us, although we did not see very much of her. Janey mostly hung out with Sam and did not say much to us. At this point in time it is not clear when we would ever be on speaking terms again, due to a subsequent blizzard of magazine junk. We don't really do life that way. However, we have been instructed to study to show ourselves approved, "a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." Study does help us to understand whatever that meant.

And then, only this week, browsing through Wikipedia, we notice that the illustrious aristocrat Prescott Bush was married to someone named Dorothy Walker. Interesting point there. And is Janey Walker somehow related to Dorothy Walker? The thought of asking such a question had never crossed my mind before now. And even so, why should I bother to ask such a question? I seriously doubt that I would ever have any occasion of speaking to such snooty arrogant political aristocrats and/or party animals, nor would I care to entangle myself in their useless political machinations. I have enough back pains already without contributing to the mess. Who knows what criss-crossing party lines are strewn about such a useless topic of conversation? No, clearly it is better to carry on without them. They never do anything helpful anyway.

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Yes, you were reminding me that anciently the joke was that although Robert E. Lee was a very powerful man, yet he could not hope to get himself elected dog catcher in Massachusetts, that bastion of Union power. And yet more recently Massachusetts has elected for themselves one of those Mormon dog catchers, so perhaps you are saying that Massachusetts is not what it used to be. Yes, maybe so. And for that bit of supposedly humorous back door mothingness, Lee is expecting to get some sort of prize? Ridiculous.

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Yes, I heard that you are from Oregon, so probably you are in cahoots with that horrid Renell who pretends to be related to me and perhaps lives somewhere in Oregon. We hear that one of those trashy Italian bimbo stole her first husband, a good reason to feel sorry for her, and we would feel sorry for her, given that we had no connection whatever to that, except that she was so mean to us online that we cannot help but not care about her pathetic life anyway.

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Yes, perhaps I did hear someone quoting the poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, although her sonnets are not really written in Portuguese, but her husband's name was Robert. I do not remember much else about that. When I hear that, my brain did not connect to Camoens until maybe yesterday. And even so, so what? That has nothing to do with me.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder why anyone would imagine that I would need to pay or owe something to pay for the crimes of Stephanie, a person who coincidentally was in my high school class, but otherwise we had no actual conversation, that I would have any clue what was going on with her at the party. I just have no idea what that was about. 

Of course, if you want to of your own accord donate money to feed the poor, fine, I have no problem with that. Just don't imagine that I would "owe" money to them for that because hat never actually happened that I know of. You could not prove anything by me, needless to say.

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Yes, I remember that when the twins were visiting us during the summer after 10th grade, in El Salvador, that Sam would always address any question or comment to "Candi and Rene," never the one or the other, only as if the two of us were one unit, and when I made some comment in protest, he made it clear that he meant that seriously, which, OK, fine, clearly nothing more can be expected from such an annoyingly immature 10th grade boy. Needless to say.

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Yes, and I do not remember myself ever watching one episode of "Dallas," only read revies that made it seem like a worthless waste of time, probably, so I did not do that.

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Yes, I heard you are saying that I cannot well afford to summarily dispense with the noxious riff-raff of "Dallas," myself having to claim to a Fort Worth, my net worth being somewhere in the region of zero. You say that I have no worth, that I am nothing to you, having no value whatsoever. And yet I exist somehow. Go figure.

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Yes, it is obvious that you people in New York are spending way too much time sitting around watching old reruns of that dreary TV show "Dallas.: To think that I would ever discuss my personal business with the pathetic wretches of "Dallas" is a step too far to ask, in my humble opinion. So what are you asking?

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Yes, I think that I vaguely remember that Linda and Jill were among the most consummate gossips that I ever heard, but I only that I was not their source of original information and can only imagine where they come up with all of that snarky blend of fact and fiction.

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Yes, interesting to note that David and Bobby are still laboring under the illusion that no means yes and yes means no. I could elaborate on that point, but I probably should not say more about that. Some people just never learn.

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Yes, interesting, I did not know that they were so well connected to the Hopi Indians of New Mexico. And what does that have to do with "Hope"? None of this alphabet soup means anything to me.

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Yes ,speaking of the band, I do not think that I have a mandate on that, but I do think that I am seeing some pesky mandrakes flitting around, whatever that meant. 

Coincidentally, I learned by ancestry research that the Drakes of South Dakota might actually be cousins to the Buenos of New Mexico. Whatever that meant.

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Yes I do hope that you can think for yourself. If you can make good decisions on your own behalf, then you will not need to concern yourself about whatever Holly said. But, on the other hand, if you cannot think for yourself and make your own decisions, then you will have to do whatever Holly says. Holly will tell you about the statistics and what the social science experts are saying about you, and you will have to do whatever Holly says, you will be just another statistic in Holly's book, you will be a slave to Holly's statistical charts. So those are your choices. Think for yourself or be a slave of Holly. I do not see where I have anything to say about that. That had nothing to do with me. It was your choice.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder why I should care about the idiotic rantings of the pompous arrogant snooty snobs of ORU. My SAT scores are good enough I could have done better than if I had tried, but somehow ORU would not be my choice. You always seemed to me as if a pack of pompous arrogant snobs that would be David's type, certainly. I would sue you all for slander and defamation, except that I am a Christian and that is not how I operate, and also you are some dirty tricks people, obviously, on whom why should I waste my energies, always hack hack hack.

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Yes, I really was not intending to put in a formal accusation as these matters are beyond my personal knowledge, but if you insist on putting me on the witness stand, I would need to defer and refer all question to Holly MacGowan, who claims to be an authoritative source of information on these matters.

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Yes, ultimately, I do not remember myself ever applying for ministerial paperwork, so obviously that leaves me off the hook. I do not need to answer your wino questions because, anyway, I am not applying to babysit your flock of winos. I have better things to do than answer your silly wino questions.

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Yes, interesting how, due to a fluke of blood chemistry, I seem to belong to a different family than my own sister.

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Yes, I am reminded of a time when I was 9 or 10 years old living in El Salvador, in a house where our maid's name was Betty, as also my mother's name is Betty. One day our maid Betty was reading to us a letter from a lover and somehow the way she was reading it made me think for a moment that it was directed to me, but no, at the end of the letter she explained that the letter was for her, from some guy who lived down the street. Silly me, I almost thought the letter was for me, but no, that would be ridiculous. 

Betty from Santa Ana was our maid during the first term, but when we returned for the second term my mother refused to rehire her.

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Yes, it happens that many years ago I did once read your chatterbox book but, anyway, I have no desire to have any personal connection to this type of dreary motormouth politics.

Which brings up the question of whether your ex- is somehow related to the two Johnson brothers who at one time lived somewhere near here, not that I cared about that. They were from an alternate universe that was of no interest to me. I do not wish my life to be interpreted through their blurry lens of worthless garbage.

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Yes, sorry, I had not realized that you had mistaken me for, or perhaps I should say that I am not sure when I first realized that you had mistaken me for a high school classmate, Ron-It, who, I have no idea what is going on with her, beyond her being maybe a royalist, because we really never talked. However, the little brownies seem to be very fond of her although myself not being really one of them, what would I know about that? I have not much thought of them but, incidentally, I figured out that she was Jewish and is part of the Jewish community there in that country. I read in the newspaper that El Salvador bought some new airplanes for their Air Force from Israel, so obviously they have a close relationship with the Jewish community that is understandably important to them, even if really our paths do not have much occasion to cross, ourselves being there to work with the Christian churches, obviously. If you were to ask me about that I could easily explain, but it is hard for me to get a word in edgewise with some of those people. Needless to say. 

Although now that the Arabs are running the show there, probably some things have changed, and I am not quite sure how that affects their relationship with Israel. Some people were trying to throw me to Honduras, which is a bit awkward because, although not meaning to be rude to Honduras, I was never there and do not know anything about that. Where did all of these Honduran people come from and why do they think they know something about that?

We once drove through a small piece of Honduras on our way to visit Nicaragua, but that was before the soccer war, after which time the borders were closed and it was too complicated to think of going to Honduras from El Salvador at that time. It was easier to visit Guatemala, which we did often enough. 

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Yes, someone is reminding me of the time during high school when my sister concocted a prank in which she and other girl in her class made some phony love letters signed by an anonymous lover, which they sent to their classmate Lori, and which I heard apparently really had Lori going for a while, and then later my sister had to go and apologize to Lori for the prank, thus putting a probably unpleasant ending to that. But of course none of that was my problem. I only heard about that after the fact. My mother told me about that. I do not see any need for myself to apologize for something that I had nothing to do with.

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Yes, why is this little brat always pestering me. Encouraging that only makes it worse and likewise ignoring that accomplishes the same. Either way, my life becomes a complete misery if I give in to that, and if I don't give in to that, the same result.

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Yes, you can only imagine what I might have heard, and the only thing that I have to offer is the Spanish/ English dictionary. Seriously. I am not kidding around. There is only the dictionary.

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Yes, how well we remember that the Bible warns us that salvation is not attained by comparing ourselves one to another. And yet here we are, touting the comparative literature degree as if that were somehow an acceptable field of study for a Christian girl to consider. You would need at least three languages, and then what? An endless or at least less obstructed stream of doodling perhaps may result, but anyway, whatever, I have other things on my mind than comparative literature. Literature does nothing to pay the rent.

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Yes, probably I was only imagining that I was hearing him online apologizing because, after going to ORU, he now has to skulk around avoiding ministry because his wife is a silly nitwit gold-digger always chattering about money and bogging him down with her evil head full of decadently wicked French literature, as if that were the only reason to go to college. Yes, probably I only imagined that I heard that, because anyway, what sort of "nice guy" would go around talking about his own wife that way? That would be too much to ask of anyone. Besides which, what would I know about the evil decadence of French literature? I am not very advanced in French, do not know much about it. Yes, probably I am only imagining that I heard that.

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Yes, speaking of judgmentalism, I am reminding of the Biblical adage which says that all things are lawful but not all things are expedient. It is not expedient for me to give a hoot about electoral politics. So many issues, so little time. And come to think of it, what are all of these judgmental things that I forgot to say because I did not know that? Perhaps you could fill in the blanks for me because I really had no clue.

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Yes, what was the name of that back-stabbing traitor who preferred ORU to any other of our excellent colleges? He flatters himself too much if he thinks that I will want to hear about his tedious life later.

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Yes, amazing the pompous arrogant illusions of grandeur that some persons cultivate in regards to themselves, but anyway, I digress.

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Yes, there is no "when" yet, it has yet to be determined when the dentist will be placing another crown in my aging and fragile teeth. There is a general idea of a plan but the details of that are yet to be determined. Teeth are important for the proper enjoyment of food, naturally. 

But as for crowns of the royal variety, I have not much thought of that. Perhaps you have mistaken me for that royalist classmate of whom I really cannot remember much or think of anything to say. I really have not that much acquaintance with her other life beyond the high school classroom.

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Browsing around the Internet, we stumble upon the story of Ms. Lee Roosevelt, a person whose existence would be of no interest to us, but for her father's presidential library. What would those clueless Georgia dumbbells know about anything anyway and why should I care? Not everything happens in Georgia. I would donate to them my copy of the Spanish/English dictionary, but anyway, they probably already have found that by now. They are seeking donations to build the Teddy Roosevelt Library in North Dakota, not Georgia, either place being a matter of indifference to me. What else do they want from me? I think they have enough already without stringing me along as well.