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Yes, I think that if you were born under the astrological sign of the Virgo, then you could swap out some vowels to come up with the actual word for that. But I am too lazy to pursue this line of thought any further.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working as a reporter, the receptionist at city hall would often be full of gossip about what the "people" think about this or that, but if you are looking for authoritative sources, that will not get you very far.

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Yes, I seem to remember wondering why you were being so defensive about the possibility of charges, which brings us to the question of who did you kill. Did you shoot John Birch? Did you kill John Birch? If so, John Birch's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, as the song might have said, if there had been a song about that. Even so, the civil war is long since over. Nobody is going to want to fight another civil war over that, just to save your sorry butt from murder charges. That work is done. There is nothing more to say about that.

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Yes, I am vaguely reminded that sometimes while at college, (SCC) there were sometimes impromptu volleyball games in the gym, and usually tht guy was there who always has to win, always has to be on the winning team. So he would usually berate people who missed a shot and was very emotionally invovled in winning the tame. What was his name? I ever liked him very much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in ninth grade, when I had recently started at that school, that guy in study hall would occasionally erupt into an explosive rant of unintelligible wording. I asked a girl what he was saying, and when she told me what the words meant, I was shocked and embarrassed that I had asked. After that, I never asked another person to go through another such ordeal. I only looked up these other words in the dictionary. There was quite a long string of wording they would rattle off having to do with body parts and such.

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Yes, interesting how I had originally thought that I was talking about a mountain peak, and then I heard back from John that this word is a bad word, and I actually remembered the word that I had used on that occasion, fortunately for me, although they might have hoped that my mind would have forgotten and blurred onto a different word that I forget how to pronounce or onto some other point, because certainly they would but not be explaining themselves in clearer terms in a telephone conversation with my mother. So obviously they later went around vomiting their Chilean street lingo everywhere, in defiance of the dictionary. So I am just saying, they have only themselves to blame for being that stupid.

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Yes, that was weird, why was I getting all of these online messages from Ecuador. What is wrong with those Ecuador whackos anyway? And who am I to say something about that. I would prefer to discreetly tiptoe around the topic of Ecuador.

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Yes, I was noticing that a certain Brazilian writer of a hundred years ago or so, writing in Spanish, was describing and/or caricaturing the president of Chile as a colorful parrot. Given that a bird's beak in Portuguese is a bico, not, as in Spanish, a pico, perhaps he was making a point that made sense to him in his Brazilian context, even if the rest of the world is not quite following the logic of that moment. 

I prefer not to involve myself in these political conflicts of a regional nature, given that one never really knows which political leaders will arise or when they will fall. Better to anchor one's soul to the rock that never changes, to the rock that is higher than I.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was trying to make some points about veteran, the noun vs the adjective. Some people are vociferously saying they will only honor veterans, and not missionaries. Ok, fine. A veteran as noun is often assumed to be a member of the armed services whereas a veteran used as an adjective denotes many years of experience at something, usually a particular vocation. Similar points have been made about the use of "Pioneer" as the founding members vs. the pilgrims who arrived in the Mayflower. Ok, fine. We get that.

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Yes, I have noticed from the dictionary that life is very simple for the Portuguese. For them, it would seem that a mountain peak is only a mountain peak, not a bird's beak (bico). For them a three-cornered hat is a chapéu de três pontas, not a sombrero de tres picos, as the Spanish author put it. So how would that translate into Chilean street lingo I have no idea.

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Yes, I vaguely remember Dawn talking about her rules, but also my mother has a different way of explaining that, and I prefer the way that my mother interprets that, but of course we would want to be respectful of the way that they would prefer to live, even if we would prefer not to go there.

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Yes, I am vaguely reminded that those Canadian people from Vancouver actually belong to the Plymouth Brethren, a small Christian sect of which I do not know very much beyond that. They are very legalistic in the sense that in their group, women are not allowed to wear pants and must never cut their hair, due to the way they interpret certain Bible verses, as Dawn was explaining. Because of that, I probably appear very radical to them, because anyway my salvation is not dependent on their rules on these points. There are rules and then there are rules.

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Yes, I did notice your unique hash of Okie-Bootlegger politics, a matter of indifference when I am not momentarily in need of your party cough medicine, but in this post-Prohibition era, there is no profit to be had by reenacting the spectacular stunts of that hatchet lady of a hundred years ago, what was her name. I have other things on my mind than performing for your paper bag lady over at Union hall, sorry. 

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Yes, one can only wonder what planet you were living on when we were hashing out the point of the Plymouth Brethren exclusivity. Better to just leave them be when they are ready to be, and not belabor the point.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being aware that those Canadian people belong to the Plymouth Brethren group, who are very exclusivist, meaning that they never really accept outsiders such as myself, so I do not know why anyone would be surprised about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember while working at SNN, that various co-workers and myself were invited to meet at that restaurant, was that St. George's restaurant? It turned out to be a meeting with people who wanted to organize a labor union. They wanted to ask if anyone was interested in forming a labor union. I said I was not interested. As it turned out, very few people were interested and no labor union ever existed at my workplace. I did not do labor unions then and I am still not interested in doing that.

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Yes, I noticed that some people are hardwired to the advertising department, those who prefer to agitate against the editorial department. Which means that you are not my boss and also your office is in another part of the building, where you cannot hear anything anyway. You cannot sign my paycheck so why should I try to sign yours? 

But now that you may have plunged big-time into the business of Shoppers, you will have no need of my services. There is plenty of canned copy available to fill what few empty spaces remain there without having to bother me for that. Which makes it puzzling that you should be so obsessed with beating on me. I never think about you ever. I will be just fine without that.

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Yes, I really could not care less about "doing" something about that when obviously I was betrayed B-trayed) by those vicious nasty brats. Enough damages already. Let them explain themselves if they can, but either way, that was not what I was talking about. To have to sit there and listen to their continual insults all over again would be just too much to ask. I will not be available for that.

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Yes, maybe it was Psalm 42:7 that we were talking about, I don't remember. 

Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls;
All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone say they are going to set up Uncle Sam as their role model. Hmmm. And I had always thought that Uncle Sam was a fictitious character of American folklore, a thin elderly man wearing a goatee and star-spangled clothing. You can make fictitious people say anything that you want them to say. Only years later did I learn that my Dad actually does have an Uncle Sam, although I never saw him or knew of his existence. Oh, I didn't know that.

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Yes, I would think that they have only themselves  to blame for taking that Bitter Baca pill. 

Coincidentally, it was during my time at SCC, during a devotional meeting in the girls' dorm, that someone, I am thinking maybe it was Kim Coffaro, although I am not sure, was giving a lengthy sermon on that verse in Psalm 84:6: "Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it with blessings." 

And don't other girls often contribute their comments on their own insights at these informal meetings? So I mentioned that it was a funny coincidence that only the day before the Lord had impressed something about that verse and/or Psalm on my mind. Did I say anything more about that? 

And Kim seemed so insulted to be interrupted, and her withering scorn causes my mind to go blank on this point, so I forget if I said anything more about that. 

But either way, nobody was talking about you. 

And my Bible also tells me not to cast my pearls before swine, lest they be trampled underfoot. So, yes, I should probably just keep my private impressions private. Needless to say.

 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that many years ago, I was hearing your horrid little Baca dog screeching in the background: Arf! Arf! Arf! Only later do I figure out something else about that. But anyway, I consider myself fortunate to have ZERO connection to that pile of Santa Clara County garbage. What is wrong with those idiots? I will probably never really know. I just never go there. Only visiting this planet.

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Yes, and there was the problem of me crashing into the Hultgrens years ago while I was visiting in Lakeland. I do not think that I can help them, and yet they won't shut up and go away and stop bothering me. They are friendly until they pull out the knife to kill you. Why are the Swedish always so obnoxious?

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Yes, amazing the things one learns looking around on Facebook, such as there is a completely different group claiming to represent the "San Salvador Christian Academy," even though I remember almost none of those people. Their teacher was named Hazel, a person of whose existence I was not aware. Ok, and if I did not know this person existed, how could I possibly see any connections there. The school, if it even exists by now, had split off from its earlier association with the AG after we had already left, and I think it later became something other than the missionary kid school that it had originally been, although I see they still had some of the CAMers, such as Charlie Hobson. But anyway, I left after 8th grade, so what it was when I was there, was a completely different thing than it would have been under Hazel. I had great teachers in my time so I am not complaining about anything in regards to that. I really do not care about Hazel's batch, I just have no idea what happened later.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that you were casting for the Luci and Desi movie, a Cuban story rife with redhead cliches, of which I have no patience for discussing with you. I will not be available to discuss the Lucy story and its performance, do not know anything about that. Needless to say. Obviously. Your movie casting services will not be needed here.

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Yes, I vaguely remember talking about how, down there, when one goes to the market downtown, where one has to haggle over prices, it is an observable phenomenon, sometimes, that when they see a white person asking for the price, they will jack up the price that we would have to pay, or try to talk the price down somewhat, but still it is a higher starting price for white people, because often they would assume that all white people are rich and can be exploited for that purpose, when actually not every white person is all that rich, or at least not willing to pay that much for only that. Some white people are basically on a budget looking for a good bargain

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Yes, I vaguely remember that no one ever said anything about Queer theory. It had something to do with how the building is designed and laid out, and when coming around the corner, how the doors should be clearly labeled to avoid this confusion occurring on a recurring basis. There was nothing more to say about that.

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Yes, I think that I did notice that Harrington witch flitting around on her broomstick. Why should I dignify her idiotic rantings with any further comment. I know who I am, even if she has no clue where she dropped off her head in the revolving door.

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Yes, I am vaguely reminded that my mother has a certain little knack for inventing words that don't really exist. Shen she can't quite think of the exact word, she may invent a word that sounds sort of like the right word or similar, and then everybody laughs because anyway we know what she probably meant by that. However, I cannot remember now any of those words. They were not recorded in the dictionary.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the way they pride themselves on being interdenominational, which, fine, you can do that, but then to systematically "dis" the people who belong to denominations is not really a fruit of the Spirit, shall we say. So I am just saying, such an "inter" attitude is a big turn-off.

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Yes, it really is very hard for me to think about how to apologize for something that my mother said, un the presence of two or more persons, some of whom are sort of not that bright, shall we say, when, anyway, you were nowhere in sight and, anyway, nobody was talking about you, and also the original context is completely lost in the shuffle. But if you really must wear the Dunce Cap supplied by them, fine, go ahead and do that. But don't expect me to feel something more about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember someone was saying something about Disney, but the way were explaining that, it sounded more like the City of 'Dis,' perhaps a reference to Dante's Inferno, because that is all they want to do is 'dis' people, which is why I have no further time for them. Why should I contribute to that mess? That is not my job.

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Yes, if it were my kid, I would not hesitate to spank that little brat Coretha for such behavior, but whatever, she was not my problem.

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Yes, one cannot help but wonder whatever happened to those two little foursquare brats, Charleen and Becky. Were they eaten by the Boonie-Goonies? But, whatever. They were not all that important to us, or at least me, in the whole scheme of things. If I do not see them again in this lifetime, until the other side, until we all get to heaven, well, fine, so be it. I will get along just fine without them. The foursquares are often commended for doing things well, and they do tend to think that everything revolves around them only. 

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Yes, I do hope you are not going to force me to drive all the way to Melbourne. I could not figure out where that was coming from.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, as a child, someone telling me that they are part of the Daniel Boone family. Not the movie star. It was someone else, I don't remember. So anyway, that is nice for them to see the TV show and think of it as a little piece of American history in their family. Of course, many of us have veterans of the War for Independence in our family trees, and people who went west as the nation expanded, and all of that. We just don't know that many details. It just all blurs into a history book.

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Yes, I do think that I am a girl, so that it would be sort of dangerous for me to try to evangelize Stephanie' creepy Spanish idiot boyfriend, an example of primitive street dog. I am glad that there are Christian men who can do that, because the optics of me trying to say something about that would be just too ridiculous. 

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Yes, Isn't that a funny coincidence, how there was a Stone family at language school with my parents, who went to Uruguay, while at my high school there was a student named Anita Stone, who was a year or two head of me, and she was blonde, that is almost the only thing that I can remember about her. Probably Anita had a life, but I do not remember much about her. During high school, I was not a person to wear my religious disciplines on my sleeve, so when I saw at the club that she was studying the Bible, I thought that was a good thing. Maybe she could learn something, too, eventually.

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 Yes, isn't that a funny coincidence? There was an O'Farrell at my high school and then at college there also was an O'Farrell. But I never thought to ask whether Heidi and Michael are related. Opening the phone book, I could easily see several Calkins listed who are complete strangers to me, so probably the same thing can be said of the O'Farrells.

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Yes, I think that I have no reason to involve myself in Matty's internal affairs now that high school is over, but if Miss Heidi wants to get in the ring and slug it out with them, fine, go right ahead, just do not ask me to involve myself in that mess. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that as the study group was ending, Mr. O'Farrell made a joke about Matty, that made her very angry. And I had laughed before she made her cutting remarks, indicating her fury, so I was sorry later that I had laughed mindlessly, because it really was not funny, if Mr. O'Farrell would really think about what he is saying, but anyway, Mr. O'Farrell is from another planet of which I have no further knowledge beyond that, so I really cannot say more about that. 

And later Matty was trying to throw me to Mr. O'Farrell's camp, even though I do not even remember this guy, Michael who? who was that? there was only that one study group, as if I should have known something more about that, and taken her side on all points, even though I really do not know much about these people. Matty's locker is next to mine so I know firsthand how rude she can be. And it was only later that happened that it was pointed out to me that there is more to that story than I had realized earlier, so, Ok, obviously in future I am not going to waste my time comparing notes with this O'Farrell idiot. So whatever.

 

 

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Yes, certainly, I always tend to laugh at jokes, but anyway, killing me will do nothing to absolve Mr. Farrell of his own sick humor, given that I have no idea where he gets his psycho version of events, but I did not say anything more about that. You got that from Matty.

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Yes, I am not particularly fond of you either, all of these quixotic jokes really grate on my nerves. Who needs that?

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Yes, I suppose that, in regards to Carol Long, Pam would have some other points to make about that, in her sick and twisted Michigan way.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Carol Long was my boss for a couple of years at my first job after college. And then I left and went somewhere else, and I heard later that Carol was eventually fired after she had proposed her own promotion to a high level of executive, which notion seemed appalling to the Hoskins. And after that it was heard that she was working at the phone company, in a great job, so sometimes if the Hoskins do not like you, it is not the end of the world. They must step aside and admit they had nothing to do with Carol Long's ultimate success, themselves being only a small roadblock and a nuisance to her.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was telling me about a lawsuit, that "they" have lawyered up, that they want to know who is my attorney, and what am I planning to do about that.  

Huh? 

Who exactly who has lawyered up?

Who is suing who? 

About what? 

Why would I need an attorney? 

Why would I need to do something about somethng? 

Why would I plan to do something without knowing the why or wherefore? 

And why should I involve myself in the internecine warfares of these Puerto Rican Tobacco spitfires? 

 So, yes, this is my answer: Huh? 

 

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Yes, truly, I must admit to being the holder of a mere BA (Bachelor of Arts) degree, whereas my sister holds the BS (Bachelor of Science) in Nursing, which seems to be the more lucrative field of endeavor in terms of monetary benefits.  

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Yes, it is always awkward being mistaken for Porto Rican Tobacco Trash Libby. Now there is a big fat blob of tobacco nonsense without any brain cells to match. But I should not have to say something about that. I should stick to the high road and not mess around with those Puffers.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember being told that when I was maybe four or five years old, I walked up to my Dad's Aunt Dora, who was smoking a cigarette, and lectured her about how she should not be doing that, smoking is bad for you. And even though I do not actually remember doing that, I only remember being told about doing that, I continue to hear this broken record going around and around ad nauseum. I doubt that I would ever do that again in that way. The notice of the U.S. Surgeon General, plus the researches of health care professionals and the explanations of Grandma Calkins, have already made any further word about that topic a redundancy. Even so, I resent having to explain over and over again that I did not partake of the cigarette passed around the girls' locker room after PE class. Needless to say. I just don't do that. 

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Yes, I noticed those wicked Swedes attempting to attach me to themselves, based on one or two minor coincidences, but that would never work, that would never happen. I have no explanations for them. They are just wasting their time trying to pretend something that never happened.   

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Yes, I see that you may be disappointed to learn that I am not a perfect robotic apparatus. Unlike me, the robot will invariably perform the required task perfectly and timely at the push of a button. But I never claimed to be a robot, so why are we talking about this?