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Yes, I vaguely remember that I graduated from high school there, and our high school graduation ceremony was held at the Cine Presidente, a large theater, probably the largest and most modern in the country. Oh, does that bother you?

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about Angie, how she was working in Silicon Valley, making $60,000 a year, and dating some rich mogul there, but unhappily, and then she went to Romania and founded an orphanage with her billion dollar salary, and the rest is history, so that's nice. So, what about that? Not everyone can be so lucky. Needless to say. She used to live around here, but seems to have disappeared from the Florida landscape. Now that their Bethnay college facility was sold out to a yoga camp, it is hard for us to know what is going on over there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember our supercilious haughty arrogant class president sneering and casting dismissive glances at me, as if I should apologize for existing on this planet. Sometimes you just do not have any choices in the matter.

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Yes, maybe Patty Allwood could remind us all the name of her friend. I do not quite remember who she was, only that I reme3mber talking to them in fifth grade and also she was in girls' choir in the 9th grade, but then later she didn't seem to be there anymore. I forget why. She told me that she had looked at the window of her apartment and saw me walking on the street, but I forget why that was. I thinnk it was sort of near our church.

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Yes, it might seem somewhat ludicrous to hear this lowlife Cockroach Rivera presumably lecturing me about morals, Ha ha ha, Ridiculous, but I am not really in a position to judge them. It really would not be my place to discuss Chilean books that I never saw or heard of. Why would I care about the development some private Chilean lingo that I never heard of? But it is always possible to stumble upon these little anomalous potholes in the language. There are no guarantees in life, that nothing would ever go wrong. 

Even so, I do not appreciate getting all of this worthless junk mail presumably from that fat blob Sandra. Who knew back in the day that Sandra was that stupid? 

And speaking of Sandra, whatever happened to her trailer trash sister Cynthia, a whacky witch to be avoided whenver possible.  

But I digress. These Puerto Ricans are dreary bores of no importance to me. I never did take my orders from them, but these trashy rich people in fancy clothes certainly do like to flatter themselves.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Murray was my roommate at college for a short time, one of my various roommates, although I did not see much of her. She was usually out with her boyfriend, Kent Miyashiro, so there really is not much to say about them. Later, maybe years later, i heard the she had married Sergio Rivera, so obviously she and Kent must have broken up after I left. Obviously. Needless to say.

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Yes, you are probably wondering why I played along with Carol and her friends from down the street, whatever they want to do, although not really what I wanted to do. But everyone was always angry with me for protesting Dawn's that it seemed like yes probably I should just play along with whatever everyone else wants to do and not make another mess, although Carol's game was a mess also in a different way. But anyway, no matter what I do, protest or play along and not say anything, I never win. either way, I always lose.

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Yes, I should probably express more gratitude for those who killed my clock, thus providing me with the opportunity to do something else with my time, other than what I had expected. I cannot say that I am not surprised to find all of these cockroaches all lined up in a row behind the scenes. Hmmm.... Who would have thunk it?

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 Yes, one would imagine or get the wrong impression that we were Democrats, the way those Republicans carry on about nothing much and puff themselves up into something that never happene, but actually NOT. But now that we are Independents, who wants to argue about parties to which we are not invited? Stupid Party bimbos deserve go to the back of the line and not expect more than $20 for that.

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Yes, one would think that, now that I am an adult, it would now be easier for me to tell these obnoxious people to go away and stop bothering me, and not have to call Mom or Dad to act as mediator between myself and them, but some things never seem to change.

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Yes, he works very hard, maybe too hard, but he has a kind heart, so maybe you could advise him not to work so hard, and leave God some space to work some miracles on the behalf of himself and others, because people pleaser addicts may need to learn not to work so hard.

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Yes, you know very well that I never expressed the slightest interest in running for president. That was Patty Cruz that I heard online, laughing about how she would introduce some Banana Republic items to the mix, which is hard to imagine that ever happening anyway. Surely you would not fall for that gimmich, would you?

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Yes, it does seem quite bizarre that all these strange accusations would be thrown at me. Why should a victim such as myself be prosecured for crimes perpetrated against myself? Ridiculous.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in my high school class, there was a little red-haired girl named Ronit, who was known to be Jewish. She lives in Israel now. Also at our school there was a little red-haired girl who was my sister, René, who now lives in the United States. So we need to be able to distinguish between the Israelis and the U.S. citizens in our school, between us and them. Not to seem against them in any way, but we are not them. We are not the Israeli people. I don't even know why this would be a question that would appear out of nowhere.

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Yes, I always did look down my nose at that trailer trash dog Carol, who married that mental case Nathan. And then there was the question of how they get their drugs, and why bother with that. I rarely use drugs, except when I had COVID, so I do not understand her problem. I don't have an idiot brother named David, so they are not my problem.

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Yes, it is always awkward to be mistaken for the horrible Holtgreens, who were in Brazil. Deporting me to Brazil will not solve any problem, you snarky Blackburn weirdos. I don't remember Mr. Blackburn having any brain cells in his empty head. Tell Mr. Blackburn to keep his stupid mouth shut. Tell Mr. Blackburn we will not be held responsible when he blows his own brains out. 

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Yes, it comes as no surprise to learn that Grandpa Calkins was descended from a long line of Calkins ancestors.

 Comparing our lineage to that of Harvey Reeves Calkins, it becomes apparent that we are descended from Stephen Calkins (1706-1761), a great-grandson of Hugh Calkins, who came to America in about 1640, and the son of Samuel Hugh Calkins (1663-1755). This Stephen was a father of 10 children.

In contrast, Willard Peck Calkins was descended from John Calkins (1693-1776), also a great-grandson of Hugh Calkins, who came to America in about 1640, and a son of Samuel Hugh Calkins (1663-1755). This John was a father of 8 children from his first wife and 11 from his second wife. 

So all of these roads diverged in various directions and that makes a difference. 

To further diverge, we are descended from Joseph Calkins, a son of Stephen Calkins, whereas Harvey was descended from Justus, another son of Stephen Calkins. Until this time all of these Calkins lived in Connecticut, but somehow Joseph ends up in Rutland, Vermont, whereas Justus goes to New York. 

 

 

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Yes, I cannot imagine what would I need to discuss with the self-described tacky weirdo, Never.

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Yes, who does not enjoy getting a piece of the Bloomin' Onion whenever we go to Outback's. However, I personally would not want to assume responsibility for the whole enchilada. I could say other things, and get myself all worked up into a frenzy, but why bother? Ultimatley, nothing I say matters. They would have to get it from somebody else anyway.

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Yes, there is a reason why I do not want to listen to you. If I hear you saying that too many times, I might accidentally repeat that, not knowing what it means or what I am saying, which is a thought of fear that has crossed my mind from time to time. Better to not hear that in the first place, but sometimes there is nowhere to go.

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Yes, it took me a long time to figure out about their scheme of dividing the world by liquor, so that all Christians would be promoting wine, while all Moslems would be legislating against the liquor industry. This is a simplistic way of looking at things, and attempts to put me in a box that does not fit my personal interests. What about Christians who are not their well-paid fawning lackeys? I am just saying.

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Yes, I do think that a one-year limit seems reasonable. but Ingram gives five years, so they are even better in that respect, because hopefully each book would at least have a chance to recoup its production costs.  But anyway at least one year would be better than to be cut off at three months, as if I being fired from that telemarketing job because I would not buy the energizing crystal that was offered to me during break time, means that I will never see the $30 profit from sales that had already accumulated, which might not seem like much to you smart alecky guys who are promising $10,000 monthly from buying your expensive courses, but anyway, something would be better than nothing. But why invest, when the termination email message says that I can never get money from them ever again. Hmmm.... makes me wonder what they meant by that. The only money that I would get would be that which I had earned by my own work, not theirs, I am not expecting to get anything from them anyway, because presumably they are on salary anyway, so my self-employed productions would not affect their jobs in any way, that is how the system works, so I really don't see what their point might be, why all this fuss.   

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Yes, I vaugely remember that Eric the stalker was from Idaho, a state of which I have not much opinion. Didn't the illustrious author Ann Kiemel marry an Idaho potato farmer, and moved to Idaho where she disappeared from public view? Yes, Idaho is an obscure place in my view.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing  that great-grandmother was born in Pennsylvania, probably, although one document says New York, unlike the other documents. How could that be? Didn't she live during childhood in Tioga county, which is directly adjacent to the border with New York, but in northern Pennsylvania? But why should one document say New York, a short distance to the north? I don't quite remember the details of that dilemma, but I do remember hearing that when she was old enough to file for Social Security, she had to go there to find someone who could perform as witness to her birth, and she did find someone, so that was a good thing. Not everyone can be that lucky. 

 

That said, I myself am an example of a person who was born in a certain hospital on the other side of the river, and then brought home, so that my listed birthplace is a place where I never actually lived, so it could happen. There could be something about New York. 

 

But then again, she lived in Pennsyvlania, so there is really nothing in New York for us, other than the other puzzling document.

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Yes, that was nice of C.W. Lewis to review the book written by Helen D. Calkins, although who knows whether it was ever published or what it might contains, something about India maybe. Not having read the Helen book, I really have not much opinion about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in my youth, when I thought that I would eventually get married and have children and a family, just like everyone else. Isn't that the way it it supposed to work? But no, you silly "it" people had other plans for me to waste all my time playing silly "it" games.

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Yes, interesting how we are Christians so we have to turn the other cheek and walk the extra mile, whilst they may say all of these hateful things and by faith we cannot answer that in any way that they are expecting.

But they are ruled by Moslems now so they are not our problem.

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Yes, it may have been at least 30 or 40 years since they turned over the work to the local national people, so they no longer need missionaries to do that. They are able to self-train and self-sustain the work there, so that is a good thing. If you want to be an auxiliary volunteerwith special projects, go right ahead, but things just won't be the same ever again, not the way things used to be. 

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Yes, I really don't think that you should change for my sake. I don't care. Don't expect me to care.

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Yes, I vaguely remember at maybe age 13 or 14, going to the fruit market with Susie, and she was pointing out and naming all of these rare fruit that you would probably never find in the U.S., several varieties of strange looking bananas and other tropical fruits that are available there, but probably not popular enough for the mass market of the U.S. 

Yes, maybe Susie could write the travel book, given that she knows all of these details that I really don't remember. Who did I mention this to? 

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Yes, once again I find myself explaining that I was not invited to participate in their "used car lot" prank. I did not know about that until the next morning, walking to class and seeing all the cars in the parking lot decked with various prankster ornaments. 

So what about that? I don't know anything, and you probably already know who they are. I am not much help in these matters.

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Yes, I can easily see that you are getting all of your wrong information from Art Bailey, another of those drama team people who I really don't know very much about. I never had much connection to the illustrious drama team. I only remember seeing their faces mostly when they performed in college chapel services. Also they are listed in the yearbook, but of course you don't have our yearbook.  

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Yes, I probably should do you the favor of correcting your grammar, so you can stop repeating my mistake. Spanish is my second language, not my native tongue, and in Spanish, there are two words for you: tu & usted. I made the mistake of using the "tu" in a conversation, when clearly I should have used the more formal and impersonal "usted," given that we are really not such friends as that might have sounded. Oh, sorry about that. I doubt that I would ever make that mistake again in any imaginary conversation with "you," let's just leave "you" as "you." We don't really have this problem so much in English. We have other ways of dropping people off our acquaintance list.

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Yes, hopefully the young people will keep things in order, first comes marriage and then later the baby in the baby carriage, in which case some other issues such as abortion and birth control are eclipsed and not at issue. Those things should have no place in our lives.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that in high school, during study hall, sometimes I would go to the library where I could read from Seventeen magazine, which at that time was fairly tame reading, but with lots of pictures. That and also the Time-Life illustrated History of the 20th Century. 

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Yes, I heard that New York City is their target. Those writers of sizzling stories in women's magazines are going to be in big trouble someday, or at least that is what I heard, or at least understood them to be saying. How dare you mistake me for that type of NYC writer, you lower-than-dirt liars.

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Yes, that was awkward when I was working for that newspaper, and the abortion doctor came to our offices demanding that we write a story about him promoting his business, I forget whether he was paying for advertising at the time, so that puts us in a bind when some people are going to do whatever the advertiser wants.

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Yes, I do not remember myself ever recommending the use of contraceptives, but maybe someone else did that, because this is an automatically robotic talking point often thrown about by Catholics to justify their large families. We are not inclined to argue with them or even care what they do in that regards. There is no law here in the U.S. limiting families to a certain number of children, so that is their choice to make. 

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Yes, that was Carol's big idea to do that. Maybe Carol or Rhina could explain what they were thinking, and why they are skulking around int he background, pretending that everything is white girl's fault.

That makes me wonder what else they did when I was not there.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during college there was a time when I was being stalked by a guy named Eric, who belonged to the drama team. It was an awkward and irritating situation, but I tried to be nice when I told him that I was not interested and only thought of him as a brother in the Lord, or something of that nature. I only said that because he asked. 

He asked about the future of our relationship, which as far as I was concerned, was mostly a bubble of his own imagination. 

It is not the practice of Christian girls such as myself to hire lawyers to prosecute these unwanted stalkers, but anyway, there is that thought. 

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Yes, that might have something to do with the receptionist at the college business office, although I cannot quite remember who she was. I dreaded going there because, strangely, things said there tend to echo all over the place. But you do have to go there sometimes to pay the tuition bill and take care of other matters. So there was no other option.

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Yes, I happened to be standing there in the hallway of the college administration building, when Lori Way happened to walk by, she had a job there upstairs in the offices, and announced that she was returning to her desk to write a blurb. Well, good for her. A blurb is a short piece of writing generally used for advertising or promotional purposes. So that's nice. Well, good luck with that. 

I cannot say that I ever actually saw any of Lori Way's writings, that I would know of, so I have no particular comment on this topic. 

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Yes, it is always good to hear about the prosperity of the cattle ranching business in Texas. But I do not need to go there to see that. All I need is a good and affordable steak dinner on my plate once in a while. That is the only thing that I need to say about that.

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Yes, it is really very annoying, how this Carmen has tried to set herself up as the only source of information about that worthless fleabag, when actually she probably got everything that she knows from Joan, and I only overheard something that Joan was saying to maybe Carmen or someone else, so I would know even less about that than probably anyone else in this picture. 

So why aren't you picking Joan's brain? She probably has a wealth of information on this topic of which I know almost nothing. They never tell me anything. 

I am quite surprised to learn that they were expecting me to hang on the gallows with those political hacks.  

But of course Joan is probably a Democrat. Didn't she say that she despises Nixon? So yes, probably she is a Democrat, so the Republican party would have to get their information from them, not from me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when reading the diaries of great-grandmother, I learned that she had a longtime friend named Anna Bealls, who was apparently from her early days in Ohio, which she was married there in 1899, and moved to California shortly afterward, so what would I know about Ohio? Nothing, obviously. 

Coincidentally, the president of our college president is named Michael Beal, but not really a Bealls, so probably no connection there, one could easily imagine.

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Yes, I completely agree that it would be quite dangerous for me to try to write a book about that particular topic, given that I found it difficult at the time to understand what even happened, that was not what I thought that I had said, and also I had no background information available to elucidate their useless point. 

If I did choose to employ my amazing gifts of writing, why would I want to waste my talents on their garbage? If I did write a book, it certainly would not be about them. 

But even if I did write a perfectly decent book about whatever, those idiots would probably still be there trying to insert their pompous arrogance into whatever I thought I had done or said, so I do not seem to have any control or choice in the matter.

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Yes, we would say that we are not unacquainted with our college acquaintance, Mr. Deporto, but anyway, that is not saying very much. We have many college acquaintances. So? What about that?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my ancestor in Texas helped to found a technical school for women. Maybe you should consider applying there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Richard, my cousin Richard Andrews, had said that he ahd some deal going on in regards to Lottie Moon, a single woman who was a missionary in China, because Lottie's older sister was a doctor and married to Dr. Andrews, a Confederate physician who served during the Civil War, whereas Richard's father, Dr. Andrews, was a dentist. I am not sure what else Richard had cooked up for us, but without the Andrews cousins available, I cannot imagine I would need to discuss with their Andrews attachments, given that we here are not the Andrews family.

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Yes, I see now that you are there in Brazil with those orphaned people. Listening to Portuguese gives me a big headache, although I do get a few words of that now and then.

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Yes, and I do not have even the slightest connection to this Pen Mar Industries of Norwalk, Connecticut, a tape company of no interest to me. For what do I need a Pen Mar? Or for that matter, another ink blot? 

Coincidentally, I have just noticed that one of the company's founders was Mr. Marchese. 

Coincidentally, wasn't Miss Marchese a teacher at our school in El Salvador? And didn't she have a son whose I cannot recall at the moment. 

Interesting coincidences, but not really deserving of so much public attention. I have other things on my mind than Libby's junkyard.

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Yes, I think that I would ask you to mail me a copy of the Helen book, but then again I am not sure that you would understand which Helen I would be referring to. 

Obviously I would be referring to the unpublished book written by Helen D. Calkins, something about India. 

However, then again, there are other Helen books out there circulating whether publicly or privately. I can probably find other Helen books easily enough. It is the Helen D. Calkins book that is not clear to me, what are you saying? Why should I care about that?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Sharon was talking about how much she likes the music of Mocedades, a Spanish musical group. She especially likes that song, "Amor de Hombre," because it talks about how she was previously afraid of men, but now she is married so that song apparently had something to do with her overcoming her fear of men. Ok, fine, so how nice for her. Always so easy for them to talk about these things.

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that was very weird, when she started asking me about my relatives in California, as if these clueless people would know anything about that. And why should you care?

So, yes, my mother's uncle, my great-uncle, was one who believed in paying cash for everything, even cars and houses. So that's nice for them. No credit card bills, no debts, nothing of that nature for them. 

And that was nice of them to take our family out for dinner to the Chuck Wagon restaurant, a swanky place on a wide and busy street in the middle of town. Did they pay for your dinner at the Chuck Wagon restaurant?