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Yes, I vaguely remember that my mother said that I had to go to Anne's birthday party, and so there I was with all of these younger-than-me people and I am senior and there was some joking about spiking the punch, did I start that? and then I learned, oh, that there actually had been another party elsewhere where the punch actually was spiked, although not here, not Ann's party, and, yes, in the light of such information, that is not funny, not something to be jokig about as if I could pass for some comedian when my attempted jokes usually do fall flat anyway, so obviously we don't want anyone to think that this party punch was spiked, no, that was done by someone else at some other party.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my mother has said that in my infancy  was a sort of Linus, in that I was known to carry a favorite blanket with me, but I really do not remember that myself. I only remember my mother saying that about me and also maybe one or more photographs in the family album.

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Yes, I seem to have heard somewhere that you are planning to burn down the Alamo all over again, in which case I will not be available to "help" with that, myself being in no urgent need of an Alamo rental car any time soon, and anyway if I ever did have occasions to get a rental car, it might seem more fitting for me to choose a Hertz rental car, because that sounds more like it.

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Yes, that is a bit awkward for myself having been excommunicated from the Roman Catholic church for some reason, and all this time I had thought that I was a Protestant anyway. Why are we talking about this? Certainly my immortal soul is more important than your petty land grab grievances, so anyway if the will of God is for me to leave the planet without further ado, fine, the only important thing is to make sure that my soul is rightly anchored in the Lord and beyond that, whatever happens to the land is beyond my control anyway, I really don't care that much about some annoying pothole in Texas.

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Yes, somehow it does not seem fair to me that those Broomstick Bombers can hide behind President Woodrow Wilson forever and ever and I cannot even begin to touch that or see where that is coming from beyond the point of signaling that I noticed some Wilson tennis balls bouncing all over the place. I really do not know who those people really are and I just want them to go away and stop bothering me.    

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Yes, I remember reading, perhaps even during high school, about how many native American Indians have a genetic marker or predisposition that makes them more susceptible than others to alcoholism. Their bodies do not digest the alcohol in the same way as other people do, and so they are very susceptible to alcoholism and various other disorders that may result from communing with the spirits of liquor. Thus, those who ply the Indians with liquor are to blame, for it ruins their lives, a point which is indisputably supported by the scientific evidence.

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Yes, I do seem to remember that while working in Haines City, I was assigned to interview an Indian boy, who actually did not love that nearby, but it was arranged by my editor, and he seemed like a nice kid, although I do not remember his name, it was one of thos pictorial names that are so typical of Indians, such as White Cloud or Silver Arrow or something pictorially that way. He was attending one of those vocational or technical schools, so that was nice.

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Yes, I am again reminded taht there was at one time a theory about their being some Indian in our family background. However, my mother's DNA test did nothing to confirm that theory so perhaps it was only one of those myths that could not withstand the light of science. Also my blood type does not confirm the Indian theory. Indians are mostly Os and I am an AB, so that doesn't prove anything either. No reason to think that I would ever be able to claim their lottery or casino money, not that I care about that. The Indian theory has been disproved long ago, never mind about Cousin Graden's Hollywood statue. So at least that means that probably we do not have to worry about getting stuck with tails.

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Yes, we already know that you were sneaking out the back door every time we turn around, doing whatever behind our back sides, but anyway we already knew that. We already sort of knew that you have some other private information squirreled away that we are not allowed to see, but anyway whatever. That is not really a new thing to us. We are not interested in managing your affairs.

Which Reminds Me

 Yes, if only I had some other insider information to offer, with which to do something, but the only thing that I have is the Spanish-American dictionary. That is all there is, nothing more. This here is only me, exercising my natural right to acquire another language if I should so choose and opportunity present itself. There is nothing intrinsically wrong with the study of languages. I could have continued my language studies further, but life gets so complicated. I have to spend too much time dodging darts when, anyway, that wasn't the point. It was only about the scenery, but some travelers have no appreciation of scenery, obviously.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being assigned to write a huge story about the trucking industry, but although my late departed cousin at some time in the past worked as a trucker, I do not really know any other truckers in a personal way, myself not being the waitress at the truck stop. They probably do have good food there but I only went there when I was writing the story.

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Yes, we cannot help but wonder what is this ridiculous agenda that you fear I will not approve of, maybe some silly thing you cooked up at your Bohemian camp unbeknownst to us. We were not consulted.. But anyway nothing real happens at camp, you are only a silly script that makes no sense. Outside of camp, there is law and government to make you go back to school because the summer is only a short time and soon gone forever. We have other priorities than performing your lousy script.

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Yes, I have heard tell of a Russian invasion of our college, but I really do not quite see that, only a handful of individuals who coincidentally might be KGB agents from Alaska, but there has been no in-depth research done on why their efforts seem to be coordinated with the 7th Day Adventist invaders, which I can only suspect because why do I care what those people are saying? My salvation is not based on archaeological excavations, although I do find that very interesting, the Youtube videos, but I do not work for them directly so there is nothing that I need to be discussing with them anyway. Also there was an invasion of some Midwest people who hate California and want to reform it, so mostly everybody in California is gone now, whether died or else moved away from there, because anyway life goes on everywhere, California is overrun with lowlife street people so there is no reason to go back there now.

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Yes, the last time I thought of this, I can see now that Max has been dead for quite a few years now and nobody else cares enough to bother to figure out something else about that. Hopefully I will be able to continue to avoid ever hanging on the gallows with your repulsive corpse as log as I possibly can. I do not need that for anything. That was Max's idea, not mine.

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder why those people think that I would want to "say" something to them. Why can't they just shut up? I don't want to hear more about that. I am leaving. I have other things on my mind than saying something more about that.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that my mother, more than once, in conversations with whoever that was, mentioned that the United States is the greatest country. Knowing my mother, this makes sense for her to say, but anyway, it seems odd that I never hear the end of this point reverberating all over the place. And why is no one worried about these wicked Italian fascists being so defensive about having lost World War II and why are they blustering about how they are planning to win the long game and reverse that eventually? How is that something that I need to chat about in the high school classroom? I don't see why that is a point of concern at this time.

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Yes, I have completely forgotten who was that yapping about the breeding and raising of thoroughbreds, which upon first hearing I might have thought was a reference to horses. However, upon reflection, I must confess that I am not a thorough student of Thoreau, so such a point would go right past me unnoticed and unremarked. Thoreau, wasn't he the hermit of Walden Pond? Being such a famous American writer and poet, he probably did have some good lines, which can easily be said without ever reading his works, but somehow I doubt that his works alone could quite constitute an entire philosophy of life. One might as easily be found looping around the circle of life in a plodding and pseudo-pagan way without ever getting much, if Thoreau were the only gauge of progress. He speaks of "Arabian drugs," but does not specify whether that would be coffee or something else. You like to boast of your New England weaponry, but much as we liked what New England used to be in another time, even New England would bend the knee in the day of final reckoning, whenever that happens, I cannot say when. No man knows the day nor the hour. God is merciful and slow to anger, so it is hard to say when that would happen.

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Yes, I would only be guessing, without having heard anything said actually, about their connection to the French Canadian singer of Vegas fame, of whom I know nothing. I nave no connection whatever to Vegas so do not know anything about that. If these tacky French-Canadians are so proud of their whatever, let them shout it for all to here because, anyway, that was not my problem. I have no reason to be telegraphing to Quebec and/or to Ottawa. There are those who think of doing that and there are those who are actually doing that perhspas, and there is a difference, but I feel no urgent need to comment on these drearily twisted French-Canadian points. I would only be lying if I said something about those nights in Montreal. 

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Yes, given that I am not at this time auditioning for any upcoming production of "Cats" the musical, I do not feel any urgent need to telegraph to New York such lines in advance of whatever happens next. I just have no idea. I trust that God will work things out eventually, I am not sure how that will happen.

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Yes, during high school there was a time when I would keep a diary, until my little sister found it and read it and laughed about everything I said in it, such as "I got up this morning," or whatever I said, it really didn't matter, after which it became apparent that I really cannot risk keeping a diary that might be read and become the joke of the day. Better to just let the ordinary moments of life drift along unremarked.

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Yes, speaking of candles, how high is your PDQ ratio? Mine is not very high. There is a certain shock value when you first hear that, and then later, after you really think about that, you just never want to listen to that stuff ever again. What were you thinking? But my sister was a big fan of PDQ from her high school days so you could always ask her why do we have to sing that again in college? I really don't need that. I will be just fine without them. This is a bit too complicated to discuss with the functionally illiterate choir director. 

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Yes, why is no one singing the second verse of that hymn?

Waft it on the rolling tide:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Tell to sinners far and wide:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Sing, you islands of the sea;
Echo back, you ocean caves;
Earth shall keep her jubilee:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

For some reason everyone seems to be skipping from the first to the third verse, skipping over the second verse, and I really don't know why that is happening, just off the top of my head. 

Only thing I could think would be that maybe it does not explain which island. 

The lyrics of the song, "Jesus Saves," were written by Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907) of Baltimore, Maryland, who wrote a number of hymns and songs for children's services at church.

 

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Yes, I do not think that I was ever in need of any legal services from the Cole family lawyers whatever his name was, nor do I consider myself owing a dime in legal fees to them.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that almost their entire campus history became embroiled in a college talent show that was staged by themselves, starring mostly themselves, and organized by mostly themselves. Given that complete information was not provided, I cannot explain why the lawyer in-law of the Cole family, who was apparently in the audience that evening, launched some sort of legal complaint about the copyright infringements inherent in the talent show skits that were based on various TV show scenarios and songs borrowed from what was popular at that time on TV and radio. Most of the information that I had was via Lynda, which is to say not necessarily complete information, only that the Cole lawyer believed that the college should be paying an ASCAP fee to cover these various usages of copyrighted music and skit materials from such shows as "I Love Lucy," "Sonny and Cher" and the "Carol Burnett Show." How that was resolved by the college I really have no idea. Who was saying that I was in cahoots with the Cole family lawyer? I never discussed this matter with them and did not know anything about it. I had a tiny bit part singing in a choir and that might as well count as nothing because I might as well not have been there at all and I would rather forget about that, thanks anyway. And now they sit there like a ton of bricks waiting for nothing to happen, because I really didn't care that much. That wasn't about me. I would rather avoid provoking those prickly pears so obviously I would not be involved in launching any legal complaint, never mind that my Calkins grandparents were close friends of the parents of the lawyer's wife, and besides, who thinks of that while sitting in an audience? Only a lawyer on the bar.      

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Yes, interesting how a convergence of magazine literature can give the wrong impression. Some person, I am not quite sure who exactly, is trying to make some points about their aspiration of being recognized by the aristocracy of Europe. However, they have yet to explain why I should care about that. I have enough problems already, not the least of which being my blood type, so obviously the last thing I would need would be some horrible aristocrat screeching in my ear. Better for me to bow out gracefully and step aside while I still can do that. Oh, were you in need of a Mexican burrito? You could always try going to Taco Bell. Maybe they would have something on this point, because I really do not have enough specific wording to say much about that. It is more a feeling of having been thrown to some bourgeoisie bucket unbeknownst to myself. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was 14 years of age, my mother took me out to lunch, and we went to that restaurant inside of a large department store, whch had a Don Quixote theme, and there were pictures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza all over the walls and everywhere. The Don Quixote theme is very frequently seen carved in wood or in paintings, especially in Spanish-speaking countries. We tend to forget about that here in the U.S.,, we don't see that so much here, but over there it is a very big thing  . 

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Yes, geography being what it is, and the geographers being who they are, perhaps of varying degrees of usefulness, and the various islands of the sea being more or less where they have been for hundreds of years past, I do not see any reason to make some convoluted disturbance out of that point. I suppose you have your reasons, but you never did make any sense to us. 

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder where is the U.S. military when I need them to protect me from the muttered threats of this blithering idiot cruise missile. How dare you threaten me, the U.S. citizen you are sworn to defend! Who are you anyway? Why should I care about your glitchy political wiring?

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school when I was invited to try out for the girls' baseball team. Oh, they were playing hardball but I had not realized that until later. I had done well enough with softball, but anyway at the hardball tryouts there were several girls lined up, and I was chosen to go to bat first. I swung three times and struck out each time, so I was out and did not quality, obviously. After that all of the others after me walked, choosing not to swing the bat three times, and thus with no effort to be assured of their small modicum of progress in reward for not presenting any show of opposition to Kathy's dominance in sports. Yes, and if I had known beforehand how that was going to work, I too would have walked, because the only thing certain, it seemed, was that no bat would ever connect to Kathy's pitch, and it wasn't worth fighting about that anyway and also am not that interested in sports if truth be told. So whatever that meant.    

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Yes, oh, one two three. Well, even so, does a mere touching of the tongue without ingesting actually count as drinking? This is a way to explain that I do not like the bitter flavor of that. I was shoved into a booth and this junk plopped in front of me, while sneeringly wicked Puffer Libby is standing over there sneering condescendingly at her chance to turn the tables on me. Obviously I am not going to waste any more emotional energies on discussing that back-stabbing traitor.

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Yes, and I can only repeat what rumors i was told, and I heard no other correction to revise what was said,and I forget who said that about Sherry and her circle of friends, but you probably already know who did say that, so maybe you could tell me what happened, because I have no idea.

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Yes, probably the major difference between myself and the case of Sherry is that she, or whoever that was, went out to the store and bought that and brought it back to the dorm and were sitting around drinking it in the dorm to the point of getting tipsy and later expelled. That was very willful on their part, in contrast to awkward social situations where you were trying to be nice and avoid confrontations.  

Needless to say, a war over that would mean killing many of my own wino relatives, so I would rather avoid this topic of conversation, needless to say.

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Yes, I do think that if New York wants to elaborate on the topic of cats, that would be their business, not really mine. Enough about cats.

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Yes, I do think that there were only two occasions, so you will not find a third. That is how I learned about why all of those people want to live off campus so that they can stock their refrigerators as it were by the back door rather than have to abide by campus rules, having that shoved in my face. So you just never know what secret and hidden mischief those off-campus people are up to behind our backs, but, anyway, who cares about such a marginalized fringe element. They make a lot of noise but anyway there are other factors to consider.

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Yes, I seem to remember hearing that evil wino Shari was blaming me for her own bad behavior. How ridiculous! But I do not need to rub that in, knowing that Shair is a hysterical whacko anyway. Anyway, she will eventually get what's coming to her without any "help" from me.

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Yes, I do think that you should voluntarily want to read your Bible every day, but if there is some day when you don't do that, nobody is going to send a police officer to blow your brains out over that minor point soI really do not understand your emphasis on police work, unless you are a wino who really does not belong here anyway so don't bother to apply for future assistance on this point only because my wiring was glitchy. That is not going to get you any points. I am just saying.

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Yes, it was only after reading the diaries of great-grandmother, when she talks about visiting her daughter, my Dad's Aunt, somewhere in North Dakota, that I realized something about that, because before that it had seemed utterly ridiculous to me that these Dakota people had appeared here in Florida to learn more about us and size up the competition. They are not my friends, obviously, but at that time I had no thought of the Dakotas. I cannot imagine where they got all of these exalted expectations. What if I cannot meet their expectations? And why should I even try? Who cares?

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Yes, that was nice of Jeff to recommend that book about weekly journalism, which, although I thought was well done, does not quite explain why the high cost of paper makes it completely unfeasible, but also that does not really address the question of Mr. Weeks. Sometimes there is a problem of too many cooks.

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Yes, interesting that here I am delivering the lines that you were angling for, and that is all you can say to me, as if I were the source of that dubious information. But I digress.

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Yes, I do think that the term "hate" is really much too strong for describing the irritation of a pimple on my nose or whatever that meant. Why should I expend my emotional energies on some irrelevant juvenile attempts at humor?

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Yes, somehow it does not seem fair to me that these Italians all get to play the role of tailless cats, while they think that they can step all over my tail. Who said anything about cats? Having now learned that I am allergic to cats, I cannot ever have another cat in my house. Cats are cute in their way but anyway all the cat hair shedding, the litter box, the scratches on the furniture, I will be just fine without them.

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Yes, this is somewhat awkward point, why would I apologize for doing a better job than this evil Broomstick Sarah? That would only be my opinion, without any official authority for moral support, so better to keep my mouth shut and just do the job that was mine at the time, not somebody else's job. And besides, how dare I do better than the Superiors? That would be comparing apples and oranges, I might as well not exist as to challenge the superiority of the Superiors. So, yes, what point would there be to discuss this point further? The Superiors have that key locked away forever. Nobody cares to discuss that point, needless to say.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading that book, the Diaries of Anne Frank, which is often recommended as a titular example of humanity extinguished by the Holocaust, who ultimately died in the Holocaust, sadly, although her diaries talk about the devices of living in hiding while trying to avoid such a horrible death, although ultimately discovered and turned in by someone, and beyond that her diaries talk much about her adolescent fantasy life revealing herself to be precociously advanced and awakened in her thought life to other facets of humanity that perhaps I was not ready to discuss or explore at the time that I read the book. So why are you asking about that?