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Yes, some stipulations for a final settlement might include these points: 

1. You will pay me a $1 million payment in compensation for having killed me, thus avoiding the need to pay salary later.

2 This will sever any possibility of a future connection or relationship I ever had with the Turners. I really do not care what they do, I just want them to go away and stop bothering me with their British Colonial agenda. (I do not dislike Turner, I think that Turner is entitled to have her own opinions, but ultimately I do not take my orders from Turner, and if push comes to shove, Turner is expendable. Ultimately, if it comes to that, I am not going to kiss the Turner ring or bow down and worship the golden Turner statue that you have set up on the Plains or Prairies.)

3. I will have no obligation to Malta, so I see no reason to pay a penny to Malta only because they are confusing us with the British Colonials, while we were the Americans who left England in the 1600s so we have never had any connection to Malta. We have no thought of them, actually. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school reading the novel "Christy," written by Catherine Marshall, but that does not mean that I would need to discuss anything of a personal nature with the various mountain people described, assuming that the characters were ever based on any real person dead or living. It was a great novel in spite of its dark moments, but anyway it was only fiction. Do I really have to remind those fictional characters that fiction has it s place in a library?

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Yes, interesting thought, but it is a bit puzzling, this magical $1 million number that appears on the paperwork. Now that I have seen the paperwork, having been to Sacramento and done with that, that makes it a little bit easier to see where that number maybe started, but was there ever really any money at all, or was it all just a matter of wishful thinking in the first place. How can any value ever be accumulated without the necessary appreciation? But try explaining that to some wacky people who misunderstood the meaning of fixed amount. Yes, wouldn't that be nice if someone wanted to hand me a million dollars, but that would just be unreal, a crazy pipe dream, when am I going to finally wake up and figure out that there was nothing to really get about that. Wouldn't I just be asking for a commitment to an insane asylum if I were to actually sign a check for that amount of money? I really can't handle all of these clues about nothing much. All of these distractions are not really all that productive.   

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Yes, and you sent your Portuguese/Swedish Persson to escort me home, even though she cannot speak two words of Spanish. She is just another Swedish uppity-up snob. There was nothing Portuguese in my repertoire, what is wrong with those idiots over there? I just have no idea. Why all of these secret meetings with my employer at the time? You are not my employer, so how did that happen?  

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Yes, interesting how I never thought of that. How interesting 50 years later to find all of these issues appearing that I had never really thought of. I had no idea that they were so Portuguese. They never said anything about that back then.Portuguese gives me a big headache, what will all of their Spanish mistakes. Only now do they reveal their true Portuguese colors. One just assumes that they are all Spanish, but then again sometimes it is hard to know who is which.   

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Yes, I never claimed to be the Queen of Corinth, and yet somehow these lousy scriptwriters persist in trying to rehearse lines from the play, even when none of that fits into my story. You really should not waste your time applying for a screenwriter job in Hollywood, but I should not be saying anything about that. I should let the professionals break it to you gently.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Ernie Deporto was an acquaintance in college. There was a time when several people piled into his tiny little car and went somewhere, I forget where we went. Maybe Dauna can remember more about that. Oh, was he Brazilian or Portuguese? I really would not know. At this point, I barely remember him enough to say hello and not much more than that. Only, oh, Hi, how are you/ That is about all there is to say about DePorto.

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Yes, I vaguely remember talking about trip to Antigua, Guatemala, where we toured some of the highlights, including a very old Catholic church of historical interest where you can go inside there and hire someone, maybe even a witch doctor, to light a candle and cast a spell for you, but we do not do that. We are Christian so we do not agree with that practice, but to argue about these matters is not fruitful and counterproductive.

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Yes, in terms of music, I really do like that song, "Your Name," by Phillips, Craig & Dean, when I hear it on Youtube or wherever, even though, upon reflection, taking note of the fact that this trio are some of those Oneness guys whose theology differs somewhat from what we would strictly agree with in terms of detail, then, well, I don't know, I like their music anyway, even if someone was trying to script me as the enemy of the Oneness gang, but I did not quite fill in all of the blanks in that script, because anyway, there are points to consider in regards to that.

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Yes, I have recently noticed your obsessive ranting about trans politics, a topic of which I know nothing and have nothing to say. What I originally might have said about that is completely unrecognizable at this point. I have no idea who you are hinting about. I have no clues. Perhaps you could be more specific about who you are talking about, so that we could all hear that, too.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that I never should have made that self-deprecating joke about being "Baker-acted," especially not in front of Linda and Linda. What a mess. They are famous for being the nastiest gossips who ever lived on the planet. They do not need to be hearing anything about me ever in future. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was at Evangel college, one time I went to the shopping mall with some girls from my dorm, and while there I bought a funny sign that read "Mental Ward," which I hung on the wall of my room, manifesting my tendency toward self-deprecating humor perhaps, although not really a serious legal tool, because anyway, after I went home and hung it on my wall at home, my mother made me throw it away because she thought that it was making me seriously depressed and gloomy, so the "Mental Ward" sign is long gone years ago. However, I do occasionally have moments where I have thought of where else could I find refuge from this storm around me, other than an insane asylum. But then again, that would be a depressing and gloomy place to go. No, I think that I could take care of myself just fine without so many cooks hovering about to ruin the broth.     

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Yes, I do vaguely remember saying that Spain is a place that I think that I would enjoy visiting for a short time, perhaps to visit some of the medieval castles and palaces that figure so prominently in some of the Spanish books that I read during high school. I think that I would enjoy touring the historical museums of Madrid and that sort of thing. I am not saying that I would want to live there permanently, I was only contemplating a matter of weeks or months. There are so many places to visit eventually. I was only saying that Spain was one place that would be interesting to visit from a tourist point of view.

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Yes, come to think of it, maybe I should be asking whatever happened to my little sister's friend Lynne, who I almost never think of at all. Usually I only hear scattered ideas of who those people are, not really a clear idea of what that was all about.

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Yes, I do think that it really is not necessary to marry one's language teacher, just because I learned Spanish well that does not mean that I would need my Spanish teacher in my family tree. And what if I had learned three or four or five languages? I really cannot imagine how a polyglot would manage all of those language teacher relationships. Being bilingual is complicated enough already, although she does slightly remind me of my Spanish teacher, sort of, not really but sort. of.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in high school Spanish class studying the play by Jacinto Benavente, a Nobel-Prize winning author, which is called "Los Intereses Creados." The characters start by creating their bluffs, their hopes and dreams for the future, and then hope that reality will catch up with them, but whether that happens or not is tenuous and uncertain matter. We must have chemistry for anything to happen, and sometimes you just do not have the right ingredients for that to happen. 

What is this ridiculous question that I forgot to answer?

Which reminds me, speaking of bluffs, that when I was hanging out with Cori and her friends, I learned the utterly useless skill of playing poker, but only for matchsticks, not for anything of value. But if you want to burn your own house down, fine. Go right ahead and do that.

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Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine what would be the price for shipping a ton of bricks and/or floor tiles from there to the United States. Those things are heavy, not a lightweight matter to ponder. And anyway, we have bricks here also. There are people who make bricks even here, so probably that is getting too complicated a point to be worth belaboring. 

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Yes, I cannot help but wonder what else don't I know about crazy Kathy, but whatever. It is not my place to say what are the contents of her court records. I really have no way of knowing where she got that Aryan, I only overheard some talk that she considers partly herself of Persian descent maybe, because some of the Persians may have migrated to Italy or Sicily during the various wars of the Middle Ages, so she has that in common with our Persian classmates maybe, who are cousins of the Wilsons to some unknown degree which really is not my problem actually so I really cannot say too much about that.  

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Yes, it is always a bit awkward, being mistaken for that vile wicked witch Kathy from high school. Who can know what filthy garbage flows through Kathy's psychotic evil brain, when she sits over there spitting poison in my direction? I just have no idea what you are looking for or why I should care? I just don't care. And who appointed you my jailer? Why do you have to know anything about me? There is nothing all that interesting to say about my miserable high school experience. But I am home in the U,S, and not interested in renewing contact. I already tried that and it just doesn't work. If the Apostle Paul could get away with saying that Cretans are liars, then perhaps my dismissive attitude of these Italians can also be understood.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember Rick, whose stepmother was that horrible Spanish lady, I forget what her name was. But we have to be nice and polite. This is not the time to be explaining that we do not really want their garbage tile flooring money. We will glad to be rid of them later, they are only temporary characters in this scenario of the moment.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the existence of the Snell family who were often visiting from San Diego, but we were really not all that interested in getting involved in their export business, something about floor tiles is all that I can remember about that. Thanks anyway, but no thanks.

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Yes, I would just be lying if I were to claim to be a great math whiz. I really did not get that far in math and science that I would have any reason to boast of anything in regards to Math. And anyway, I never applied for a job in rocket science and/or quantum mechanics, although I do have enough math to get along just fine in daily life without having to strain this point to such a ridiculous extent. I really never did care that much about boring math geeks whizzing by on their mathematical broomsticks. I could have tried harder when I was younger, but after a certain age the point just becomes moot. There are other fields, other interests to be considered. Time is short.

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago hearing someone online was talking about how Malta is overdue to be blotted off the face of the earth, for various legal reasons. I only heard something online and do not know anything about that myself personally, so obviously upon reflection I cannot think of any reason to go there. I might have other options, hopefully. That was not anything that I was thinking about myself. I have zero connection to Malta, actually

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Yes, I vaguely remember years ago, when Susie and I went on a sort of double date with those two guys who were visiting Florida, Danny Mercado from Chicago area and Phil Kirsten from Wisconsin. I forget what we did, dinner and bowling or something. Of course it is always a lively time with Susie, because she is a "life of the party" sort of person, so that even when no chemistry is really happening, she talks enough for everyone, so that it was mostly just Susie talking, because otherwise it could become too tedious if you have to pull information out of those guys who are just sitting there and not really volunteering all that much information about themselves,. In such situation one does not one want to have to linger too long, like an opened soda can becomes flat and without fizz after being left open for more than two or three hours. Enough about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone online was telling me that she was "expecting" Theodore Roosevelt's baby. Huh? I could not quite see who was saying that ridiculous thing, and there was nothing good that could happen when they are saying such ridiculous things. How could anything good ever happen to a person with such a horrible attitude? You obviously never attended ORU. How can we be hopeful when this pathetic person is allowed to fill the air waves with stupid twists on the word "expect"? We pray "Lead us not into temptation," and yet this wickedly expectant person is not sent packing by the authorities.

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Yes, I vaguely remember, that was Sharon Baldwin reminding me that she was elected by the voters. And that was the last time that I ever thought about her, what was her name anyway? I completely forget what I said to trigger something. It just did not matter that much. Just because I did not like something about your attitude personally, that did not mean that you cannot be elected to do whatever you were voted to do. That will be your responsibility, not my problem. Anyway, I did not want the issue to be about me. I just do not matter, do I? You simply do not care about me at all and you certainly do go out of your way to make known publicly your low opinion of me, obviously. Needless to say. So I am not really desirous of hearing yet another replay of this electoral theme.

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Yes, thanks for the travel pointers. I might not be averse to the idea of traveling all around the world, assuming that money were not an obstacle to that idea. However, I think that first I would need to unravel some of these misunderstandings so that I could leave without being dogged later by a lot of unanswered questions and stupid stuff to bog me down. I think that I owe a debt to my own country more than I need to travel at the moment for no reason. 

But if you wanted to drop a box of cash on my front doorstep, that would be a decision for you to make, not really something that I could make happen.  And then I would have to take that to the bank to see that is counterfeit, because I am really not trained to see that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, when that mafia trash classmate was hinting about or screaming or saying something about how she is going to drag me down to the underworld where she lives, and I was always hoping and praying that she would lose. I am really not interested in going to the mafia trash underworld with those mafia trash Italian. I just have no idea who those people are or why I should care about that.

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Yes, it is always awkward for us to be mistaken for those Anderson bums, the Andersons having been co-workers of my great-grandparents in China for than a century ago, that is a long story and I have other priorities than the Anderson bums, so what would I know? And I only found their book while scavenging on Google, not because they ever had anything forthright or honest to say about that.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, our Salvadoran friend was at our house visiting, and we were talking about how my parents were helping to facilitate the adoption of a Salvadoran baby for a couple who lived in Washington state, and the baby was at our house for a couple of weeks or so while the paperwork was being finalized, and our friend was puzzled as to how the baby would be able to learn English language, because is not the Spanish language imprinted on the brain at birth, and my mother expressed the opinion of a baby being a blank slate, and that if the baby were raised speaking onliy English, it would not be able to speak Spanish, it would be like any English-speaking person in terms of English language. So that was my mother's theory about that point, and my mother is very intense on these points, but I suppose that probably has nothing to do with the price of tea in China.

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Yes, of course, the Drama Club people also made their presentation about Amsterdam during a chapel service, along with some interesting skits, but I did not really speak to them personally. It was only Cheryl who gave me her personal account in a private conversation.

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Yes, the only thing that I know about your Amsterdam missions trip was what Cheryl Gansky told me about that. I do not know anything more about that, never been there myself.

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Yes, that would be so mean of me, were I to say what I think about your attempts to impose upon me a duty to babysit your various Filipino cats and dogs, but seriously I am just not interested. There is nothing to be gained from succumbing to that ploy. I have to think about my own self-interest.

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Yes, I vaguely remember how that Asian girl expressed her disdain for socializing with such a low-class white nobody such as myself. She has a degree in engineering and works at City Hall, so for what does she need to socialize with some pathetic white girl such as msyelf? This happened at a church meeting. Ok, fine. The feeling is sort of mutual, actually. 

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Yes, I do suppose that there always will be that type of insecure Geeky Nerd male who prefers to order by mail a little Asian thing who will be more submissive than the average American white girl, and also more grateful just to have taken another white man off the market. I forget when, many years ago, I saw in a Mail-Order catalog all of their cheesy photos, all lined up in rows. I suppose that there always will be that type of guy who goes for that sort of thing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I overheard Lori Way talking about how she went dancing with Dean Chenault. Beyond that, Also, Warren was taking tap dancing lessons with his dance partner Diane Puryear, who was the secretary in the music office and also the wife of the athletic director, probably Linda told me about that. Beyond that I have no other firsthand knowledge of any college dancing. Oh, are you now telling me that you are now gone dancing also? Well, how times do change. 

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Yes, from where we are, it is hard for us to understand your odd obsession with Malaysia, a place that offers no historical value or documentary evidence for our family history book, assuming there would ever be one, but I cannot speak for others who may have visited Malaysia at some time or another. I do not claim to know everything about the various migrations that may have occurred in the past century. And also there is the notion that my Dad's late Uncle Ben served on ships for many years so he may have been everywhere, I really cannot speak to that, I just have no idea about Malaysia