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Yes, who was that witch online who was screaming in pain about our singing of "The Salvation Army Song." No, we were not anywhere near the house on the other side of the mission house. We were children then who were outside but at the radio station and the institute, where that could not possibly be any problem, as far as we could see. But of course, how can you know what demons are out there online? I would advise taking that with a grain of salt. 

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Yes, I do think that there may be a superficial resemblance of Carol Long, my former boss at the time that I worked for the distribution department, and Janet Reno. Both were from Miami, and both were single women, business professionals and dressed in a similar way. Anyway, whatever happened to Carol Long, last we heard she get a great job at the phone company. I don't know anything about that.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded that there was someone in our high school whose nickname was 'Pardo,' he was often called 'Pardo' which presumably means 'brown' although he did not really seem any browner than the others. I really do not know where these people got their nicknames, the nicknames were assigned at an earlier time than when I had arrived so I cannot shed much light on the topic of nicknames.

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Yes, perhaps I really did think that it was sort of fake the way Dauna pretends to be my friend, when actually I suspect she is stabbing me in the back somehow. Maybe if I instruct her to go and retrieve the holy grail, maybe she will go backstage and do just that, so that would certainly confirm my suspicions that she cannot be trusted for anything. Just so you know that I know that. I am really not so fooled by these efforts to string me along.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that at one time my sister had a boyfriend named Julio, for a short time, but that relationship never amounted to very much, so it would be somewhat premature for these Spanish or Basque dancers to be writing themselves a ticket with my name on it, given the circumstances or rather lack of circumstances. And besides, we tend to prefer Dairy Queen because Basking Robbins is really too far away.

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Yes, I often stand accused. And if I really did something wrong, would that stop or relieve the pressure? Would they finally shut up? I probably should not try that, but anyway....

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Yes, and we also heard back from El Salvador, they have been warned that they cannot come back to Salvador now that they are back in Honduras, because relations between those two countries are a bit frosty due to various border disputes and a war. So, OK, fine. I cannot keep track of all these people, needless to say. That is why when you are working on a global scale, you do not want to get personally involved in their personal problems.

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Yes, it has been interested to learn that later, after I was gone elsewhere, those Japan people went and sold their souls to that pack of annoying Hondurans, without ever consulting anyone who might warn them not to go there. And they did all this stuff behind our backs, and then everyone is trying to attach us to their Honduran problem. Sorry, but I don't really know very much about that. If I could help I would, but I don't know much. How can I know much when nobody tells me anything? You could always try buying soup cans, but here no guarantees in life.  

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Yes, I really could not understand why someone was trying to make a widget out of the fact that my parents, who were California Republicans, had a Barry Goldwater sticker on their car at some time before the presidential election. Even so, Barry lost the election that year, so I really do not see what your point is about that. So?

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Yes, how is little Ms. Chatterbox these days? Haven't heard from them in a long time. 

Thought I heard someone talking about Donna's evil twin, but I did not quite get what that was about. Who knew that she was living a double life as a secret double agent for some other off-campus informant? I was not aware of all these things at the time.

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Yes, who can forget about Ms. Bush strutting around campus arrogantly boasting of her soon-coming broadcast career. I never did hear how that worked out for them. I was not going to pursue broadcast for myself due to the fact that I am not particularly photogenic and also the stress might be too much for me to handle. I would be strictly print. But of course Ms. Bush would be there in New York to snap up all the opportunities, and Lord have mercy on anyone who would chance to run afoul of their vast ambitions, so obviously New York was not on my wish list.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college that some guys sent a message that they were going to come and get me. I thought that a prank was surely to follow immediately but nothing happened, nobody came. Yes, well, so that is your problem. You will not be able to find me later so you had your chance and it is too late now, because it wasn't what you thought. 

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Yes, Greg is such a noisy nuisance, and I had to do some digging around to learn that his mother's maiden name was Crane, because I did not know that, and even so, so what? Who made U-Crane a thing in the first place? Probably you, that wasn't me. I don't think that I will need that for anything. They are a very "blue" famly if you know what I mean, Ick ,but I would prefer to not have to elaborate that point further.

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Yes, I noticed that you get some of your garbled information from that Java boy. Well, la di da!

And once these pieces of information get into the ozone layer, there is no way to get rid of them short of committing suicide. Needless to say.

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Yes, there was a somewhat unpleasant snippety encounter with Anita Stone, which happened at the Club Del Prado, which I understand no longer exists, not really at school, but sometimes I recognize people there from school, who I really do not know well at all, but I do recognize their faces. 

Oh, did I say anything? No, I don't remember wanting to be involved in this online argument about how spiritually advanced she is. Yes, so you are reading the Bible, good for your. Fine.

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Yes, I remember hearing that the Devil is like a lion Crouch-ing and seeking whom he may devour. That is why everybody knows to steer clear of the bottomless pit of TV.

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Yes, personally, I did not particularly like Anita Stone's snippety attitude, but whatever, it would not be my place to comment on whatever she was doing, I really did not think much about her. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people.

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Yes, I forget where I found a notice of the existence of Jane Eyre, maybe Wikipedia. She died in 1655. She was married to Mr. Gervase Clifton and they had three or four children. So? Novelists and fiction writers may often amuse themselves by embellishing these placeholder names with the fanciful notions of their own vivid imaginations, but the available facts may seem skeletal by comparison.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was hired to write for the Boca News, that I was replacing some person who I never met so I cannot really say what her problem was, that would not be the correct or diplomatic thing to talk about.

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Yes, oh, sorry, did I cut off little Cindy Bell's ears? Sorry about that. I did feel bad about that, but, well, anyway, enough about the Baptist Bells. When I am confronted by all these challenges my mind goes blank, and then later maybe I will think of something to say about that. Or maybe not. Don't be sitting around waiting for me to add something to that worthless pile of nothing much, thus to compound the error, that I just want to forget about. And how would you know about my ancestor who was struck by lightning, in 1871, so obviously that did not happen yesterday, in Texas. Wilfrid Abner May died at age 23. He had been married for two years and had one daughter, my great-grandmother. Her father died very young so not much can be said about him. We don't remember him so why should you?

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Yes, I thought that I heard her venting her spleen, but it was not clear whether that was Jill or Linda, or why I should care about regurgitating their trivial dialogues, when I had of them for many years. So what? I do not belong to you. Where do I go to have her claws surgically removed from my backside? I might have to commit suicide just to be rid of her.

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Yes, I noticed that you are not really an Anderson, perhaps you only wish that you were adopted by the Andersons, but of course I cannot imagine what problems might be caused by your step-Anderson family, yourself being only Dutch, because that was never my problem. The only Anderson I can remember was a dim-bulb sociology major in college who forgot everything so it would be a complete waste of time to try to communicate with that shaggy dog. You say one thing to them and the next thing you know some warped or oppostie version of that comes flying back around. So just never start something new and that might be one way to prevent future eruptions. 

  

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Yes, I thought that she performed quite well in the role of the witch in the high school production of "The Crucible," a drama telling the story of the Salem witchcraft trials, although I cannot remember, did I see that myself or did I only hear that the acting was very well done.

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Yes, I have mixed feelings about that. Why would I want to be an "on the Dole" vagabond in any way dependent on worthless idiot Robin, some expelled weirdo from upstate New York, for anything? Why can't I just work like everybody else without some whacko hackers following me around and tripping me up at every turn?

Which reminds me that Sherry also was expelled, although probably for other reasons. Yet she later found acceptance among the baking enthusiasts of North Central, or so I heard. 

So that means that you people are representatives of the Expelled Club, which I would prefer to avoid if possible. I really don't care that much. It would be really quite a strain to try to pretend to care about that.

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Yes, I do remember that my sister was dating Gary Collins for a short time. He was an MK from South America maybe, I don't remember. After their relationship fell apart, he went and married the Brannan girl, and within a short time they were divorced, because he surveiled her and found her emerging from some nightclub. How they could not patch things up I have no idea. I really don't remember those people. They were my sister's friends.

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Yes, I more recently learned that there is also a Robin who is Bob Dole's daughter, but they are from North Carolina, not upstate New York. But Bob Dole was at one time from Kansas, as also were the Botsfords, but I suppose that would be a mere coincidence. What sort of idiot would want to be running for President of Sodom and Gomorrah? Yes, so obviously Bob Dole did not win that game. Or at least that could not happen yet.

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Yes, whatever happened to Robin? She was expelled from college for some reason, I cannot remember why. but probably there was a good reason why I would prefer to forget her. And what was this show that she had staged, not for my benefit obviously, but to make me look ridiculous? How would you know about that unless you were on the inside of Robin's wicked evil plots, because certainly I never talked about that? And who cares about Robin anyway? That is the last time I go anywhere with Robin. She was just some weird person who said that she was from Buffalo, New York, but upstate people are weird anyway, so we will just chalk that up to upstate weirdness, as far as I can tell. 

Which Remind Me

Yes, the idea is somewhat tempting of myself getting to throw Heidi's disgusting and uncalled-for butt out the window, but then again I probably need to work on my own attitude, so whatever.

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Yes I see that you really do not want to open that door, thus to mix up all your Baker-Bakker machinery. Why can't you just succeed in your own moral high ground without having to beat up on poor little me? But I digress.

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Yes, on the one hand there is the potential to blab it and grab it, and yet on the other hand there is the idea that we should not "Sue" those Christians who maybe don't quite see it that way we do, but anyway the idea of legal proceedings would be just too low to go, would give unbelievers an opportunity that they do not deserve to get, at least not that way. Thus we disdain the stupid idea of "Sue."  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was living in California, I went to a Bob Bennett concert with the Harvey girl's sister, and afterward she saying that she hated the concert and she hated all his songs and thought the words were ridiculous, particularly of that song "Still Rolls the Stone." And I thought that it was ridiculous that I would have to explain the use of similes and metaphors to this obnoxious Harvey girl. Besides which, often the interpretation of poetry is a tricky things. Sometimes you think you understand and then sometimes you realize that you really did not understand, so obviously I am not and insider "in the know." But why would I need to regurgitate this conversation now? Who through you into that picture? Nobody asked you. 

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Yes, I do think that it would be interesting to learn in what alternate universe did I vote for the Clintons? Actually NOT, but it would seem somewhat improper or impolitic for me to say what I really think about that, when actually there is something else going on there in Arkansas.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school in the 70s that puka shell necklaces were quite the fad, and also it was sort of rare to see a person wearing a tie-dye T-shirt because it was not so easy to find that mass produced, you had to get a bucket of dye and do it yourself, and so I never did that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Chris was boasting that he never attended college and thinks he knows more than any college graduate, because he is self-learned, and also he is some sort of big shot in the film industry, where he makes a fortune continuously somehow, so some people are certainly more lucky than others in terms of success financially and otherwise. Of course, he probably also started with some amazing connections to the soap opera productions of Venezuela, that I cannot even begin to imagine. Besides which, what a girl would have to do to succeed in the film industry might not be worthwhile in the long run, so I never got very far past running the teleprompter and also seeing how sort of boring it is to sit around waiting for the next take. Sometimes the money just really would not be enough reason to do that to myself. It is enough to see that on TV to be happy not to have to go there. 

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Yes, sadly, if there was a victim, you will have to bounce the blame probably back to those Poppycock smart-alecks. Why are all my friends such idiots? What a stupid thing for them to try to due.

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Yes, I seriously doubt that I could ever approve of your novelized fiction, in which I myself am automatically cast in the role of evil villainess due to some superficial points of outward appearance. 

Yes, interesting how the word for "freckle" in Spanish is "peca" which, in another context, could mean "sin" or sins." Ha ha ha! NOT funny anymore. No more of that. Needless to say. I think that you should be talking to your psychotherapist about that.  

 

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Yes, someone was asking me about those novels by Taylor Caldwell, that I read, borrowed from the Sanchez family, including "Dear and Glorious Physician" a story about Luke, and "Pillar of Iron," a fictionalized life of Cicero. She really does a good job of incorporating much historical information into her stories, even if her theology might seem a bit modernist to us. I don't necessarily want to think about the Bible in a fictionalized way, but historical novels are very popular with the masses.

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Yes, we notice that you presided over the filthy wretched Daltonesque pigsty of Arkansas. The legal proceedings did not end so well for Dalton. Ultimately, money was paid to victims, and Dalton himself was shipped home to Arkansas. But, sure, in the meantime, he had several years during which to inflict heavy damages on the lives of people around him. How could such things happen in a church? How could that be true? What could be going through his sick Arkansas mind? We don't quite understand. Life is not fair sometimes. Evil things happen. The rain falls on the just and the unjust alike.

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Yes, how dare you mistake me for one of those cheaters from high school! They go into the test with things written on the palms of their hands and little crib sheets folded very small, so as to somehow fiddle with that while trying to think of the right answer, and Miss Marken was very good about catching them. Ridiculous. I never did that. Even if my grades were not so stellar as would be hoped for, at least I can say that I never cheated on tests. So if my test scores be what they may be, at least I can know sort of where I stood on that, unlike some other people.    

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Yes, ultimately I did a pretty good job of disqualifying myself from whatever that was. So I think I won in my own way, although that was not really the right way for me to do that. But whatever, time is broken now so there is nothing more to do about that.  

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Yes, I remember how some people always insist on having the last word no matter what, and if I were to add some correction to that point, they would feel challenged, because they always have to top whatever I said, which becomes very tiresome and boring, another reason to never talk to them again, it is just isn't worth the effort, or else if it is more important than you, consider yourself dispensable. 

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Yes, I am thinking that nobody wants, or at least I don't want, your Desilu money. You seem intent on creating some sort of Lucy Ricardo nightmare. Well, count me out of that. I will not be available ever to perform in that. 

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Yes, I do wish that some people from high school or college would get used to the idea that I never existed, and that I probably never really said that thing that I cannot quite recognize as anything that I originally said. Certainly the idea of pressing legal charges would be so ridiculous, it was just an abstract rambling thought about how life is not fair, nothing more than that. I am gone now. Get used to that without me.

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Yes, I do not remember ever hearing anyone talk about drugs in the White House, so I do not know why you are obsessing on this topic. Obviously, you are not talking to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when some people dropped me off in the middle of nowhere and drove away without me. Ok, fine. And then I suddenly realized that I was standing in the parking lot of the girls' dorm, so fine, I can walk back to my room all by myself without any help from you. Thanks anyway, but no thanks. You cannot be come back later still expecting me to be standing there still for whenever you need me later. No, I am gone now.

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Yes, there is little Blondie-on-a-Broomstick, imagining that everything is just all about her. Guess what, nobody is talking to you, so shut your mouth.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone, I forget who, was talking about how the Dutch use dikes for water management, a useful thing in a place where land is constantly being reclaimed from the sea. I myself am not Dutch ethnically speaking, so don't know much about that.

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Ok, so that's interesting, Regina belongs to the Stones of Virginia, whereas Ellen M. Stone belonged to the Stones of Boston, Massachusetts. Ok, fine, whatever. I don't want to even think about their ransom issues. I have my own share of problems without all of these crazy Stones screaming in my ears.

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Yes, I remember that it took me a long time to figure out some things about why those rich people were yapping about Czechs. I completely could not see any personal connection to their private Czech drama. I have no idea what that was about. I have no Czechs in my life.  I have no personal acquaintance with those Czech people nor do I see how all these lines got blurred when there really is nothing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago, there was some girl named Heather in my high school, during ninth grade only. Later, only online, did I learn that she married some Czech guy, which fact is of no significance whatever to my life, given that I never did socialize with such haughty arrogant rich people, nor do I care to start any time ever. I really could not care less about Heather. Just being rich does not necessarily disqualify you from being a witch, never mind what some ancient magazine said about that.

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Yes, at MK school we were often told the story of the guy who was chosen by the artist to serve as a model for the portrait painted of Jesus, the Savior. Twenty years old, the artist was finally finishing the pictures of the apostles and was now searching for some guy to use as a model for the portrait of Judas Iscariot, the betrayer. The artist found a wretched-looking man who looked the very picture of decadence and of a wasted and dissipated life, and asked him to please serve as his model for the picture of Judas Iscariot. The man was surprised at this request. He asked the artist if he did not recognize him, had he not served as the model for a portrait of Jesus twenty years earlier? So the artist was in his turn surprised to learn of the fate of the man that had earlier impressed with his good looks, how he had become degraded by lifestyle choices, and had now become the very picture of worthless dissipation. So, yes, just because I might have thought some guy was cute 40 years ago, that does not mean very much.