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Yes, I should probably thank Grandma McClellan for supplying us with unlimited chocolate and sodas during childhood. But what should we now do with this mess of paperwork that was left behind? You speak as if I were the little brat who threw everything to the four winds. Shouldn't there be a higher law operating over that mess, so that we can all get a fresh start without all of the baggage of the past? Why should I have to dialogue and trade nonsense with those horrid little brats, Stoney-Puke or similar? I might as well commit suicide, with those horrid mosnters always screaming in my ear.

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Yes, I hope you did not call in the Stone family on my account, interesting to learn by osmosis that I am being dogged by those dreary Stone bores, because I have no desire to reconnect to that. I do not think that I will need the Stones for anything. I could express more opinions about that, but probably I should just drop them off my social calendar. Enough said about that.

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Yes, I do think that it is only fair to pay them their fair wagers for the work that they do. I do not know why they would be so afraid of my own amazing success, eventually. What is this thing that they fear that I might learn about them? What are they so afraid that I might do to them? It would be interesting to learn more about the reasons for their extremely defensive posturing, as if I should care about whatever their blood type might be. Are we not all the children of God? Oh, but I forgot. They are Dr. Spock's children, as you were saying, And Dr. Spock lets them do whatever they want, no questions asked. No one dares to tell them no.

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Yes, sometimes I think that it would be nice to be able to go back in time and revise and/or erase some naive things that I said when I was younger, and wish that I had not said in the first place, because now everything is just revolving in the ozone layer forever and ever and the only way forward may involve dropping some people off of my social register. Needless to say.

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Yes, clearly, my uncle has only himself to blame for his choice of mate, and also only himself to blame for his own divorce paperwork. I do not see where I had anything to say about that, so why all this much ado about nothing much?

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Yes, I vaguely remember someone, maybe Linda although I am not sure, perhaps that would apply also to others, being described as a simple-minded Dutch milk maid. So if the hat fits, wear it yourself. Don't go around pretending that was not all about you.

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Yes, I do not remember why I let Cori persuade me to go with her and some friends of hers to see that dreadful Monty Python movie. I might have had my eyes closed part of the time, so my memory of that is somewhat blurry. At one point in the movie there is a guy who leaps and runs away completely naked. Cori made a very loud speech about how she thought that was so funny, because she could see his balls. I might not have noticed that detail if she had not said that, but whatever. Ok, fine, Anatomy 101. Besides which, everybody already knows there is that verse in the New Testament, during the events of the crucifixion, where that guy runs away naked. Ok, so, fine. Of course most people would agree that not enough context is provided, so that the event of the naked guy fleeing does not bear the weight of too much imaginative reinterpretation without other information to fill in that picture. But of course comedians might have other ways around that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that once during high school, Linda Sease said hello to me in the hallways and also complimented my new blouse. So that was nice. It was not my problem, nor did I much care at all, that Linda Sease was at another time said to be dating Kathy's former boyfriend. I really do not know these people very well. and it is hard for me to keep track of their internal soap operas.

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Yes, OK, so you are telling us that you, being the famous composer of marches, including the University of Miami fight song, like to remind us that your uncle was Charles Millard Fillmore (1860-1952), not to be confused with Charles Sherlock Fillmore (1854-1948), who was the founder of Unity Church, some religious group based in the Midwest of which I know almost nothing, and his mother was a Stone. Thus, remember you remind us that Millard was also the first name of a U.S. President, whereas Sherlock was only a fictional character, a figment of Doyle's literary imagination.  

And I like the experience of eating Kellogg's corn flakes in milk for breakfast, even if the inventor of that might have been a bit of a fruitcake in his own right, because I am not one of these boycott maniacs who boycott everything just because. I cannot keep track of all of these religious groups that have no connection whatever to me. That would be too complicated for me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Becky telling us that she had a miserable time while attending some boarding school located somewhere in maybe northern Florida, although I forget exactly where she said it was, and I forget if she said the name of the school. There were not many details, only that she and her brother had a miserable time there, being shunned by the snooty rich people, it was the sort of high-falutin place worthy of the Grahams, but Becky and David could hardly wait to be out of there. But if you want details on that you would have to ask Becky. I only remember something that she said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Kathy doing a report on labor unions, possibly a particular interest of hers. But is she the real "Union Maid" to quote a song? I really would not know that much about it. I would prefer to choose a profession that does not require labor union membership. I do not think that I need that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Bruce Brock, but he is not a part of my life now, that I should have to say something about that. After all the pranks that my sister pulled on him, propping a bucket of water above his door so that he would be doused upon entering, and so forth, etc. you would think that he would have a little bit more moderated view of matters.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that he got saved at a Billy Graham Crusade, and now he belongs to the private exclusivist Graham Club. I never really heard very much about that, but obviously I am not eligible for membership. I never even attended one of those crusades in person, only saw a few snippets on television, so I cannot even think about applying for membership in that thing, whatever that was. I would never think of buying lots, too expensive for me, besides which I am not a plant that cannot be uprooted easily and put some other place, so not much time for blooming in this new scorched earth paradigm. I would connect you to my former friend Mindy, but I seem to have lost track of where they went and/or who said what, so I don't think that I can help you with that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that "God Calling" was a devotional book that I was using for my personal time with God, there was a time when that really seemed to be speaking to me, for maybe two, three, four years, and then I moved on from that a long time ago, years ago. I might still have my copy of that somewhere, although I am not sure. So many books.   

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Yes, I remember that we were not able to make samores without having any Graham crackers at hand, never mind about a campfire, there are ways to make them in the kitchen, maybe in a toaster oven. But samores are not something to make every day, too fattening. I do not really need that for anything.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were wanting to make some points about the Catholic church and about how they have authenticated the historicity of Jesus in many ways, including by means of astonishing relics, and even if some relics are more verifiable than others, still there is enough there to not need to doubt that. So whatever happened to that Bible translation in which the editors were trying to extract what were the really historical words of Jesus vs. the purported words of Jesus? Someone was talking about that. I never really bought myself a copy of that so I cannot say what else happened in regards to that. 

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Yes, I realize now, looking back at high school, that Kathy probably had a special job reporting for the CIA. Some of us were not aware of these matters at the time, but it does seem possible that Patty Cruz would have been on the inside of that, although I never really asked. I simply did not understand what their problem is, why are they posturing and saying all of these weird things. I might have to report them to the CIA, but then again, now that I know they work for the CIA, that might not solve anything either. So what? Nobody cares anyway.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during the two years of Oakland Park church, once for some reason, I gave Jim Lori a ride to church from somewhere, and during that time he expressed his profound cynicism of Christianity and Christian ministers, I forget how that subject came up, and I did not ask him to say all those things, he just spontaneously expressed the things that were on his mind, sprung from his own heart. And he later seemed to disappear and probably returned to his pagan roots, because Pam said that she had later met his trashy pagan girlfriend, who he later married and that they had moved home to New York. So whatever. Some people have shallow roots and are easily swept away by various currents or winds.

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder when we will finally hear all the details about the presidential ambitions of Puffer Libby, who, whatever, I don't even know why I should ever have reason to continue this useless conversation with some person who hates my guts anyway, as if I should care about some Watergate characters, when I did not really quite hear what that was about.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Steve Mock, seriously that was his last name, who was an MK-Mexico and was one of my sister's ex-boyfriends. I barely met him. You would have to ask her to describe their Shakespearean performance together. I really do not remember much about him.

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Yes, I remember that in the 1st or 2nd grade, the teacher explained that when I am coloring a picture of myself, I have to use the orange crayon as my skin color, even though that color does not exactly match my skin color, because the white crayon was too white and the black crayon was too dark, and orange was the closest thing that could be used for skin coloring.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year that I was living in Guadalajara, Mexico, when I was 8 years old, one day at school there some sort of scuffle in the hallways among some girls. It seems incredible that you would be asking me what was their problem. At that time, my Spanish was not so advanced as it became later, and also these little brown girls all looked the same to me. How would I know what their private problem was? No explanation was offered. Besides which, they all would habitually refer to me, whether directly or indirectly, in a sneering way, as that "gringa" white girl. That would be an automatic reflex of theirs, not really any thought processes going on there with which to dialogue. So I was the white "gringa" girl in the picture and, well, whatever that meant.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a "Gwen" in my high school class, her senior picture appears in my yearbook, so obviously she was there, even though we never talked, I forget why not. I really do not remember anything about her, but she is not unique in that regard. I never was the busybody type who concerns themselves with knowing everybody's business. 

So that was weird that I would be hearing online messages from "Gwen," who thinks that I should take upon my self the job of tutoring her husband Ted in matters useful for runnng for president. Only from Wikipedia do I learn of the existence of this Ted and that his wife is indeed named "Gwen," but Gwen Nelson, not the Gwen Juneau of high school. 

OK, fine. I am not a person who would want to do anything to run afoul of such powerful politicos. But even so, I am really not so easily available to the whims of "Gwen" or "Ted" or whoever that is. And whatever became of Juneau? I really have no idea. Why would I be hearing all of this crazy stuff? And I do not even care about politics that much. If you wanted to pay my professional salary that would be one thing, but otherwise there is no reason for us to talk. 

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Yes, we noticed that you were ridiculing and/or scorning my presumptuous assumption that I might at some future time produce a collection of fictional works to be gathered eventually into my "Great Works" volume(s). Well, clearly, that is never going to happen. I was only kidding. That part was only a joke, so I will need to concede fictional works to others, or at least if I ever do write fiction it will need to be clearly labeled as "Fiction," as Miss Marken reasonably was saying.  And now that I am barred from writing my own brand of fiction, I will need to find other more productive outlets for my wondrous talents bestowed upon me from God above and which have developed so much due to all of this experience and learning opportunities. Needless to say.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the time that I was living in Virginia, there was one day when someone called me from that political organization, Americans for Robertson, and asked me to come in and do some work for them. So I did stop in there and took a typing test. And the very next week, I heard that they had laid off all their employees, closed their office, and withdrawn their bid for the nomination, so I was not particularly surprised that no one called me after that. My typing test might still be on file somewhere, but anyway, I never actually worked for them. It was a mere coincidence that my time there coincided with that episode of history and that was not my reason for going there. Someone seems to be confused about that.

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Yes, I see that I am forgetting who it was, whether Debbie or Sharon, who performed in the college talent show, assuming the role of Lily Tomlin in the Ringy-Dingy skit. Whoever that was, they seemed to do a good job of performing that minor role from a TV show even though of not much eternal significance, overall a somewhat forgettable performance in terms of trying to remember whatever that meant, but they themselves planned the show, they cast themselves in all of the leading roles and succeeded in impressing everyone with their organizational and performance skills in terms of planning a talent show, even if life goes on and other things of greater importance are now pressing upon our minds, beyond the mere moment of a talent show from long ago. But I digress.

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Yes, I only recently noticed some reference to a movie that I never saw, "Hairspray," but given that I never saw that movie itself, only a few clips on Youtube, I do not think that I myself would be qualified to comment on that topic. Who would have thought of such a movie? I have no idea. That would seem a bit too juvenile for my tastes, probably, but some people are said to be lower than Low.

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Yes, oh, did I say that Ariela was in my class? No, she was not in my high school class, she was in my high school but not in my class spcifically, maybe she was in a younger class. Still, all of these people appear in the yearbook labeled with names.

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Yes, not to say too much about that, but these are some useful ways to avoid getting stuck with Ricardo.

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Yes, you people do not seem very concerned about how I am being held hostage and/or eaten alive by all of these hackers. Who is going to protect me from the hackers, while I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off?

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Yes, certainly, I would prefer to forget entirely about the miseries of high school and all of those mean and vicious people who made my life miserable. Well, that is one way to think of it.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one of the books that we were assigned to read, was called "Ariel," written by an Uruguayan author, a philosophy book focusing on beauty vs. utility, as if both could not co-exist peaceably. Coincidentally, one our classmates' names was Ariela, but I do not remember her. Some of these people to me are only faces and names in a yearbook, nothing more.

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Yes, I am old enough now to not care about proving myself in any sort of electoral way. That might be a Presbyterian joke, but it would seem somewhat irreverent for me to return that Frisbee in the way that it has been slung at me. I am just saying, No, no running for office here.  

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Yes, I was quite insulted when Mrs. — tried to shove her horrible husband onto me, as if I ever cared about joining their private clique. Perhaps we should all feel more pity for those wretched Mormon dogs who have to share their husbands with so many other women. Fortunately, I am NOT a Mormon and am thus free and clear of any hint of their wretched Mormon problem.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that you were at one time an employee of Microsoft, so you have to do whatever Bill says. That is your job, not mine.

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Yes, what are you going to do about all of the nation's wealth concentrated in one shabby fleabag Bill? That would not be my problem. Maybe your problem but not my problem. I really could not care less about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading about how Mr. Moore has millions of dollars in his pocket, ever since he sold the Thomas Nelson publishing company. Hopefully he will not spend that on bullying poor innocent people such as myself, people who have paperwork but not enough money to anything more with that. I cannot imagine anything that I would need to discuss with those billion dollar bullies.