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Yes, and I never said that I thought that word meant that, that was just the Bobby's idiotic nonsense running me over like a lawnmower, and when do I get a chance to double-check on this matter? What book could I read to elucidate this point? I resent being dumped in a bucket with those little brats. When do I ever get a chance to be rid of them?

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Yes, really, nobody cares that much whether your first language was Portuguese or Swahili or whatever. Mr. Wycliffe will assign you a language and then you will translate the entire Bible into that language, it really does not matter which language, as long as the Bible is available to all speakers of every language. The Lord loves everybody. I think that what Wycliffe does is a cool ministry if that is what you are into.

WIKIPEDIA says:

As of September 2023, translations of either portions of the Bible, the New Testament, or the whole Bible exist in over 3,658 of the 7,394 languages used on Earth. Wycliffe has translated the Bible into more than 700 languages. 

 

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Yes, why does not God heal all people? Barbara Miller (or Mitchell} wanted to discuss this question, and then the conversation went into the book of Job, and it just gets too deep for me, a deep subject for shallow minds as I have been known to say, by my back-stabbing "friends." Enough about Barbara Miller from Jackson, Mississippi. Some people just want to argue for the sake of arguing, not because they are listening to anything that we would be saying about that. You could ask my Mom what she said about that.

I cannot quite see, I have not really heard whatever happened later to Barbara Mitchell after she returned to the U.S. in 1975. She would come to our house and make me translate the newspaper from Spanish to English.

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Yes, I have every right to remove my name from the list of nominees because, anyway, I cannot think of anything more boring and uninteresting than participating in your private insider "election" joke, whatever that meant.

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Yes, that was really quite immature of me to get all weirded out over the silly antics of some elected 9th grader. Looking back, I don't remember why I did that. It just did not matter. If I had not fallen for that trap, it might have been easier to leave, but I am still leaving. There is no great reason to oppose elections theoretically speaking. Democracy requires elections. however messy that might get. No one with even half a brain is ever going to object to elections that are an essential part of the democratic process, so I do not quite see why you are beating on a dead horse. 

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Yes, I usually do not check the box when I am asked whether I want to contribute $1 to the Presidential campaigns of whoever that may be. Perhaps I just don't quite see what that means, although I have donated to Wikipedia on occasion, so I am not sure what that means in terms of my priorities.  

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Yes, I think that in future, you really should start citing your sources, if you really want to get academic credit for all of these sayings, because just a page full of exclamation marks does not really make the grade. Your sources must be formatted and styled in the proper way. I first learned the Turabian, but there are styles, such as the Chicago or the Psychological. Any of these proper styles may work, although you should check with your teacher or school, who may have ideas about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, way back when, that some people were online complaining about Jeff (MK-Haiti) and blaming me for his amazing rise to power, as if, when actually I did not know anything about that until after that mess happened, as if I had lied when I described their fasting program that was happening at our college, because he was asking about what was happening at SCC, although I was not personally participating in that myself. I am shy of these public performances, but there are those like to stand on street corners for public display. Maybe I did not explain that in so many words. I did not know that he was going to use me for something. And his sister is married to Mr. Ortiz. Hmmm..... And online Jeff wanted to discuss that book "The Kingdom of this World," of which I am not remembering anything, so maybe someday I would have to try to pull that out of a box and remind myself what that was about. And anyway, how would he know what was on my reading list? And why he is so connected to this boring Caribbean thing? I am not very interested in playing Jeff's game. 

 

 

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 Yes, I really am not thinking about what your religion may be. Wikipedia is very clear on this point. There are only 10 millions speakers of the Czech language whereas there are 25 million speakers of the Romanian language. So clearly you are outnumbered. There is nothing to negotiate on that point. Sometimes people are blessed by circumstances of geography beyond belief, and that is just how the world goes around the sun once a year. Basic.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing someone saying that some languages, such as the Czech language, are sort of private languages, because so few people speak or understand the Czech language, that few people on earth can understand what they are talkiing about. Who knows what insider jokes they may be telling behind your back, and how would you know? Is that something that worries me, that I should lose sleep over the Czech language? 

And what about the mysterious Dogpatch language, of which also so very little is known. No one cares to be reminded of Dogpatch, a twisted off shoot of a country that I would personally prefer to avoid entirely and relegate to the backwaters of ancient history. No one here is interested in being incorporated into your Dogpatch mythology.

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Yes, someone advised me to post because otherwise I really know nothing about this. Interesting how just churning systematically through the books can turn up some interesting items that otherwise I never would have noticed. Thanks for the good advice.

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Yes, I noticed that I was being very insulted by the "blue" mail that I received from David's French poodle wife. Oh, did they think that I was Swiss cheese? Yes, what was that about? And earlier he was heard online warning about her sick preoccupation with French literature. And what would he know about lit4erature? Legal sharks tend to have tiny little brains and beady eyes and sharp little teeth? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that David had planned to do some ministry project in Palestine, maybe the West Bank, although I do not quite remember what was said about that. But, he having disquualified himself, I heard was trying to throw me to the Palestine side, but that was just his ridiculous idea. As for myself, given a chance to comment on that plan, and the inconvenience of letting those guys strategize my life for their own benefit, never anything helpful to myself, I actually cannot imagine myself getting involved in any way in such a dangerous part of the world. Terrifying! Did I say something about that? No, I said nothing, absolutely nothing about that. I will not be available to help with that. 

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Yes, I might be vaguely aware that some persons have been deprecating the work of Larry Norman, due to his bad behavior, having read about that probably in some magazine or someone's blog or somewhere. However that may be, I may still think that he might have written some good songs in his early years, before he fell of the deep end. I do not have any deep knowledge about who is talking about that. I have no personal connection to that. I vaguely remember seeing Larry Norman perform at a concert that we attended once in Colorado, in the 1970s.

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Yes, why waste my breath on someone who is so intimidated by those Uppity-Ups, how they are always muttering about how they are "coming up." And it is just all about blood type anyway, and that is not a problem that has any solution in rhia lifetime. We just are what we are till the day that we die, in terms of blood type. I never heard of anyone's blood type being changed by miraculous intervention. So whatever. He made is own arrangements, that has nothing to do with us.

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Yes, I really must confess that I might have read more than my fair share of those books by David Wilkerson, detailing the escapades of the Porto Rican juvenile delinquents of New York City. But enough of those lurid details. These books were very abundant to us because they were free samples that were sent to us, I read them often in Spanish language, dimly. 

But anyway, I might have said some unfortunate thing about how I do not have any testimony comparable to what those drug addict juvenile delinquents have to say about the miraculous saving power of Christ, of which I never heard the end of. I said that myself. But I digress. Anyway, that said, I am not going to go out and do some terrible thing just to have a dramatic testimony that can be written up in a Teen Challenge book. That would be ridiculous. 

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Yes, I cannot imagine why I would need to discuss anything with some clueless person who cannot even spell Cato. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, our U.S. diplomats do such a great job of explaining our alliance with Israel, so that I do not think that I need to say anything more about that. Everybody knows that.

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Yes, wouldn't that be nice, if they would just go ahead and finish their job of putting Debbie in the freezer, and leave me out of that. I never had any connection to Debbie. Debbie who? With Debbie's noise resolved, we could all get on with our lives. I won't need that for anything. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school, in the 1970s, while Mr. Nixon was the President of the United States, there was also a Nixon in our small high school, of whom I remember almost nothing, and whether or not he was president of his high school class I really could not say. I would need to peruse the high school yearbook for clues about him, but anyway, I was never formally introduced to him, so that might not be worth looking into. Maybe he already has made his dating arrangements anyway. How would I know? I can't quite imagine myself ever talking to that.

Yes, wouldn't that just be the weirdest thing, if ever I had the slightest thought of the U.S. President, beyond the pages of Time magazine that I ready every week. I do not see how there could be any connection to that here. 

However, the fantasy life of the haughty arrogant Italian witches knows no bounds. Never mind about reality, just throw all the various pieces of high school in a big pot and see what happens.

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Yes, we have not forgotten that you were his bought-and-paid-for PR flack, now masquerading as a journalist. But if you want to tell some joke on yourself, don't try to shove that down my throat. I am not even thinking about you and your mysterious TV difficulties.

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Yes, should I think you for forcing us all to sit through that dreary movie about Arizona? That was two hours I could have spent otherwise, doing pretty much anything else would be better than that. I don't recommend it.

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Yes, it does seem sort of strange that they are so interested in knowing whatever I might be doing. I am beyond caring about whatever they did, whoever they were. Why can't they get over themselves, like everybody else. Evacuating the planet solves that problem, hopefully.

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Yes, I am suddenly reminded of the time during college, when several people in our class were walking across campus, and Terry made some ridiculous joke, saying that I am his "heifer." He is often known to say the most ridiculous things, so there is not much to be taken seriously, given that I am NOT a cow, much less NOT his cow. Needless to say. I am not going to automatically fall into some knee-jerk spasm just because of yet another ridiculous thing that Terry said.

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Yes, I do think that Mrs. Read is a nice Peruvian lady who happens to be married to Mr. Read. However, how would I know what her education was in Peru or wherever she was in her youth? I do not need to clutter my brain with ever detail of your dull and pedantic life, needless to say.

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Yes, Jesus has said that to be fit for the kingdom of God, one must hate even one's own mother and father, by comparison. However, in my case, it may be more the aunts and uncles who must be disdained completely as part of that deal. In order to be fit for the kingdom, I would needs drop them off at the dumpster. I am not saying to kill them, maybe they could get saved someday. But for now, they are nothing to me. I never discuss anything with them. I could say more, but I do have biblical grounds for cutting them out of my life if that is what God wants. 

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Yes, who is not bored enough watching endless reruns of Hillary's interior decor challenges, as amazing as they may be? It is HGTV's choice to keep her on their staff, not my problem.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember 7th grade in Modesto, where, that was nice, on Valentine's Day I got a very nice fancy card from Ronnie Foster, much fancier than the little things that everyone else was passing around, but anyway, his family is very rich, so he probably can afford to give everyone a fancy card. So that was nice, but probably should not be taken to mean too much. Everyone passes out these little cards on Valentine's Day.

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Yes, I seem to have forgotten who were the people in our cabin at junior high camp. Most of them had already made dating arrangements with some group of guys who all looked the same to me, and they spent their time hanging out with them, so myself and some other girl or two were left to do other things they would know nothing of. We hung out at the cabin talking to some tall blond guy who happened to stop by, and also spent some time at the lake in some little paddleboat.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Winky Pratney was our special speaker at junior high camp. During one morning session, he was talking about the future prospect of dating and said something alluding to how to behave in a car while on a date, which means in a car alone with some guy, which could be an awkward situation depending on whether the guy is a gentleman or a cad. I forget the details of what he actually said. I suppose that this could be useful to know, but first, to actually implement, I would need to have a relationship, and the logistics of that would then unroll hopefully in the proper sequence, but until then, talk about the car would be a matter of mere hypotheticals of not too much importance.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I was maybe 7 years old, and I was standing outside in the yard, to the side of the house, and she came striding along the sidewalk, older and bigger than myself, and wielding a big stick, and muttering maybe some terrifying threat against white girl, I forget what she said. And did I say something to provoke that? I don't remember. Everything about that has gone blurry in my mind.

I am surprised to hear that some people would actually remember who she was. I did not know who she was. I probably thought that she was just random black person walking along the sidewalk, not seen before or since, so not really someone who would matter to my life in the long run. I just happened to be the random little white girl who happened to be standing there in the line of sight at the time. It could have happened to any white girl, I suppose.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you just could not resist the impulse to beat on your African war drums at the sight of some little white girl down the street. How is that a win?

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Yes, I di not quite see why those people are so obsessed with beating on me. We are not going to give you any prize for that. Why would I go there only to be gratuitously insulted by you? You just get angrier and angrier and stew and fret and stew and fret, until finally you just get nothing, too. There is just nothing in that for us.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my sister was at SCC for a year, at the same time that I was there, and her first roommate was some girl who was a Brazil-MK, I forget what her name was, and I vaguely remember that one day she came to my room to ask the advice of "big sister" on whether she should date some guy, who, the only thing she tells me is that he is a basketball player and she might have told me his name, but that would not mean anything to me, I did not know who the guy was. She never said whether he was a Christian or anything basics like that, only that he was a basketball player. 

And I am so NOT interested in the profession of counselor. I remember hearing that Ronit gives good advice in high school, but I am NOT Romit, so this is an awkward situation, and how do I diplomatically extricate myself from this awkward situation that I did not ask for. If you are going to make such an important decision, you ought to take responsibility for your own decisions and not expect me to provide some excuse for what you were already planning to do anyway. And so I forget what I said.

Years later I heard that I was to blame for her having run off and eloped with that basketball player a short time later. 

Yes, she probably should have asked Linda Harrington for advice. Linda Harrington would have told her the truth about basketball players, that good Christian girls do not socialize with those lowlife trashy sports people. How could I not know that? Sports people are only there on scholarship, not because they have any notion of how to get saved or what is the mission of a Christian college, sports being only a sort of side show. Yes, however that may be, even so, we would be doing well if we take the opportunity to witness to these pathetically wicked sports people, and maybe they would get saved, or not, but anyway, why would you even think of dating such a trashy guy? That is what Linda Harrington would have told her.

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Yes, to speak of the elect or the election in the way that it is used theologically by the Presbyterians is one thing. Yet there is another matter, which is the invisible church, which does not lend itself so easily to this type of lowlife spectacle. Needless to say.

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Yes, I really should sue some people, but I probably won't bother to actually do that, so lazy am I. I don't want them to bother me that way either. I just want to be left alone, basically.

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Yes, weird that I am hearing all of this screeching from Janice, a person unknown to me, something about the toilet. They found something in the toilet. Well, La di da! And Janice attended the same college as myself, what, 20 years earlier? Well, La di da! And this thing has been passed down from year to year somehow? And deposited on my account by the most spurious menas? I ought to sue them all. What a colossal pack of nonsense.

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Yes, I do think that it might be interesting to see on display the contents of Marge Couch's empty head, even if she was an RA. There was something weird about those people at Spence 3rd North, What nonsense was transmitted to them by Turner?

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Yes, coincidentally, a short time later our friends from church invited us, my sister and myself, to go to the fair with them, and so we went to the fair and ate churros and rode on the roller coaster and merry go round.. That was sort of a weird coincidence. I never discussed high school with the people from church, so I doubt that they would understand the complications of high school. That, or else they all report to the same CIA handler. I am not quite sure how that happens.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a Linda Sease in our high school class. That was nice of her to compliment me on my new blouse. That was probably the only contact that I ever head with her. 

And then there was that drama about Linda Sease being seen at the fair with Kathy's boyrfriend. I do not know very much about their private drama or what happened after that. I only overheard s small part of that, in the girls' bathroom, and then when I exited, I could see Kathy's boyfriend standing there outside the window listening to the drama that was ongoing in the girls' bathroom. So that was weird. I was not expecting to get myself caught in their private drama.

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Yes, I noticed that you were curious about what Ronit might have said about that. However, I really don't know. She was in the same class that I was, but in a different group in a different part of the room so I really don't know what report they turned in on this topic. I do not even know what report my own group turned in because I did not get to see that. You could always ask Miriam.

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Yes, I really do not quite see why you are so interested in the Simpson family. I really could not care less if I never see them again. I could say more, but I probably should not say anything. I really saw snippets of them. Sometimes you may wander away from the TV and return to find the Simpsons holding sway in their own unique way. So for a few moments you are a captive audience to their antics, but soon you flip the channel to somewhere else, anywhere else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember being aware that the Baptists have a special deal with "it" for them to have all the power. Only the Baptists can be rich and important people. If you are from a Pentecostal heritage, you are nothing but dirt poor. That might be the way it seems to you, to them, but anyway, reality might have some other things to say about that, eventually. I can't say when.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school, during Spanish class, our teacher, Mrs. Serpas, a Cuban, was making some interesting commentary about the "evangélicos" who sing songs at funerals, even sort of happy songs, as if funerals should only be sad with dirges. But what are these Cubans who have no hope of eternal life in Christ to think about religious matters? Cuba is an island packed full of atheists who disdain Christanity, so what would you expect them to say?

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Yes, I hear you saying that I need to revise my pricing. And that costs money. Thanks for the unexpected sales, but I still do not have very much cash flow to speak of at the moment, so I would have to rob Peter to pay Paul, proverbially speaking, and then that would create other problems.

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Yes, I really do not see why you are always yapping about Rafa this, Rafa that. What is Rafa? What does Rafa mean to you, because that means nothing to me. That makes me think you sound like an idiot.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of Charlene and her sister Becky. There was a time when her parents had to call my parents, and my mother had to drive there, to a certain address where we were to fetch her from some wild party ongoing there. I really can't take any credit for that. It was my sister who went inside the house, while we waited outside in the car, and then emerged soon after with Charlene. I forget whether Becky was there. So Charlene was my sister's friend, not really mine. I don't know much about that. I don't know what happened to them later, after we left. I did not bother to keep track of them.

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Yes, I would only be guessing if I were to make note of your odd obsession with Desilu Productions, the mostly defunct company that belonged to that Cuban guy and his redheaded wife. Their company was merged into Paramount, so no longer exists, so why are you still talking about Lucy and her Cuban husband? Forever in reruns on TV?

In contrast to that, you were also commenting on the Delessee family, whoever that was. Something about the renters, never the owners of the house.

So what is this Desilu vs. Delessee production supposed to produce anyway? A very annoying distraction to be sure, probably just someone else's insider joke that I did not quite hear from start to finish.

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Yes, if only I had the blood type to qualify for vampire status, but I don't have that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there were time in my life when I was agonizing over whether I had committed the unpardonable sin, and then, I don't know whether I thought of this, or whether someone was reminding me, that if I am still feeling a pang of conscience, then maybe I am not so far gone as that. So then maybe I should not be so hard on myself.

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Yes, I have to go, I cannot stay here for very long, to explain things I know nothing of.

Aday is on her own to explain that, I have no idea of all these connections could possibly happen. We do not socialize with the Hollywood trash. That would never happen.

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Yes, that would be so undiplmatic of me to squash him like a bug, our creepy little tour guide, but what benefit would result from that? I would just seem to them as if just another mean and nasty wild white girl, thus playing into their stereotypical notions about white girls. Already some others fill that role adequately without any help from me.Is there anything that I could possibly say about that to defuse the situation or make things any better or undo the damages? No, probably not. I should probably just not say anything more about that. The whole thing is designed for me self-destruct without any help from them. Oh, thank you very much. NOT. 

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Yes, I do think that it would be interesting to learn who has even heard of that obscure Longfellow book, much less read it all the way through to the part where that random Spanish board shows her stuff. I only noticed that last year, and did not publish it. You probably should not draw too much attention to that. Someone might notice that dirty trick. And who would even think of "using" that? for what?

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Yes, there are some nice things about Jill in Wisconsin, but anyway, I was surprised to learn that she is really the wrong sort of Anderson, not really the Foursquare variety of Anderson that we had assumed, so Jill would just be lost at sea in this conversation about China and Hawaii and other matters of historical value. Sometimes it is quite surprising to dig around in these various Anderson trees, only to find actually a Thorson with a mythical hammer poised to smash your head. How is the hammer toss a Christian practice? Leave that for the Olympic champions.

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Yes, I noticed that some persons think to burn me at the stake, so that I may enjoy the innocence of martyrdom, a la Joan of Arc. That said, I hope that you can find a virtual way to avoid the actual fire. I am not very fond of pain. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when Cheryl Aday said that she thought that I was just a copycat, tha I only copy whatever my sister does. Hmmm..... 

And since when do I have to answer the questions of Aday? Some of these college acquaintances are just so much clutter that I don't need in my life anymore.

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I was getting junk mail from Angie, although I cannot imagine why. So you think that I am going to want to copycat whatever Angie does, and go to Roumania and spend everything on her Roumanian orphanage. Where did you get that idea? Since when do I care about what Venezuela does? Where did you get the idea that I was obligated to work for them? Actually not, but who has time to argue about all of these technicalities?

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Yes, I vaguely remember having a conversation with Kent Miyashiro, which I do not quite recall at the moment. These smart alecky guys think they are so tricky and they are going to catch me off guard, so obviously Murray is a tacky person who dates the most lowlife scummy men.