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Yes, I sort of got that I might have died long before all of these things would ever be sorted out, so why trouble myself about all of these things that are over my head anyway. So what is that to you? There will be a long time later in eternity, where God already knows anyway who did what.

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Yes, there goes that girl with the flower in her hair, probably going to San Francisco of the fabled song, that girl from the drama club with the flower in her hair. ("If you are going to San Francisco...) And that is about all that they might have said about Heidi at college, if they thought about her at all, because anyway, she lived in an alternate universe of which we knew almost nothing. I have other things on my mind than them. 

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Yes, that was weird, someone online who sounded sort of like Martha kept boasting of having donated money to some charitable cause, whatever that was, which, Ok, fine, how nice, far be it from me to make negative commentary about her choice of charities of which I know nothing. However, I do not see where she ever contributed anything to my account, so I do not see how that makes me her slave property in perpetuity.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school my locker was located next to that of Martha due to the alphabetical things. She likes to boast of her family's vast wealth, of having a Swiss bank account and spending time at the family condo on Brickell Avenue. Not that it matters to me. That would not be a reason to move to Miami, but interesting coincidence.

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Yes, I suppose that it is sort of natural to be curious about certain people, but anyway, if they see me watching them they would probably throw some unpleasant things in my direction, which I probably cannot handle, because anyway, apart from being curious to know why they are so defensive about something, also there is the question of why can't I just shrug them off like water off a duck's back. Really, who cares what they do.

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Ok, you don't want me, that's good, so that means that I am excused from further embarrassing myself with trying to do stupid things. I can go home now. Thank you very much. I am glad to hear that my time is over. Thank you.

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Yes, definitely if I did that, I would need to keep that separate from my personal channel, although why not put that on my personal channel if it were all about only me. But I never would have thought of that on my own, so probably it would be necessary to share the profits with a few other people.

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Yes, Blondie, if you are so into the Word, how is it that you never read Matthew 22:14: "Many are called but few are chosen." Well, thanks so much, Mrs. Smart-Alecky, for nothing much. Just being called means nothing at all, so why can't you just carry on your ministry without bothering me about nothing much?

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Yes, I suppose that takes care of the Romance languages, leaving a few other thousand languages that may or may not use an alphabet that I would be able to read. 

But if you insist on charging a fee, you should probably be charging Catto of the huge billion-dollar pocketbook, because anyway I never had anything on them. They never tell me anything, they carefully avoid telling me anything, so I cannot be expected to pay Catto's exorbitant bills for nothing much. You should be aware that someone altered the wiring later, so it gets confusing, but actually I never had the slightest interest in learning more about such rich people. I just don't have the blood type to bother with that. 

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Yes, I do think it is a bit scary, taking all of these risks that might not pay off. But anyway, why am I the only person on the planet who attracts such unbelievable contempt for doing stuff that other people do all the time? Weird. My brain is getting glitchy on these points. 

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Yes, I do think that I might enjoy reading that forthcoming book, "Killing Steinbeck," although I really have no idea when that would make its appearance. One would think that such a book might be overdue by now. Already we know that Cannery Row is nothing but a shopping and tourist destination, not what it used to be in the 1940s, or in the mythological lore of Steinbeck, so there is really nothing to say about that.

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Yes, I do hope that your mother taught you not to walk on the train tracks. Did you not know that the oncoming train cannot stop? And after the train wreck, your little bit part will be unrecognizable amidst all of the wreckage and ruins.  

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Yes, I think that there used to be a restaurant, possibly named the Pickle Barrel or something similar, that had very good food and they put bottles of pickles on each table which was unusual. But they closed and something else went in there so they really do not exist anymore. But their food was good, what I remember of it, I might have been there at least once. Oh, thanks for sharing that.

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Yes, I noticed your odd focus on whether this is done yet, and then I remembered learning that my great-grandfather's sister married Mr. Thew, So I suppose that you could say that they are not Threw, sounds like Through.. And in reverse, we are not the Thew, so perhaps we are Threw or Through.

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Yes, I vaguely remember way back in the beginning of this you were asking if I make my bed every morning, and if so how do I make the corners. Do I use those hotel corners learned on the job or do I make my corners the way my mother showed me? Corners... hmmm...... And there were those unfortunates who had to work as hotel maids. as described in great-grandmother's diaries, so they probably use the hotel corners they learned at work. Either way, a corner is a corner as defined in the dictionary.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing about Route 66, a road less traveled to be sure, but there is a song about it and a TV documentary, so it must have had some meaning back in the day to some people. My mother might remember something about that but I really cannot say whether I was ever on that road for any length of time. It doesn't really go anywhere that I want to go, it is just out there in the middle of the desert where few people venture.

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Yes, it is so sad, I might need to pry Heidi's fingernails off of my backside, or is that Rose? I can't really tell anymore who they are or were, they just bark and bark and bark at me, and actually I have no plans to address them in the future. Well, congratulations on having a great ministry, but anyway I would not want to play the role of Copycat. To you I am nothing but a Copycat, and I get that. Hopefully God has other plans for me elsewhere.

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Revelation 3:18: "I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see." 

Yes, how nice, that guy may know a few Bible verses. However, I really do not think that I need gold-plated door handles, I sort of doubt that solid gold door handles on the house would do much to enhance property values. And then there is the problem of thieves breaking in and stealing the door-handles, and anyway gold bars would be so heavy to lug around in a suitcase. And then there would be another problem of how to pay for storage.

Proverbs 11:4 28; 13:8; 23:3-5.

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Yes, I thinks those songs are perfect and say everything that would need to be said about that without me needing to muddy the waters by saying a lot of useless stuff that does not really matter in the long run anyway. 

And I think that some people sing very well even though I really have no idea who they are otherwise, the song speaks for itself without needing to add a pile of nonsense.  

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Yes, I am looking forward to the final destination, heaven, when we all get to heaven and all of that, so it is a bit difficult for me to want to be bothered with all of these temporary distractions that do not matter anyway in the long run given that they already killed me anyway. Now that I am long gone, admittedly having been tricked into a few things that should not have happened, why bother with further nonsense? If they are so clever, let them figure it out for themselves without me around for the blaming. They need to get used to the idea of being the responsible party.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while we were living in El Salvador, the Stewarts were co-workers with my parents, and their daughter Becky married Mickey Wright, whose family had lived in British Honduras (now Belize) for some number of years, so I imagine that the Wright family, who were from Houston area,  would have other things to say about that of which I am not aware. I never went to Belize myself.

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Yes, ha ha ha, wouldn't that be nice, if only I had invested in Bitcoin heavily at an early time. ha ha ha. Now my $10 of Bitcoin mostly free from coin faucets is worth about $300, woo-hoo, amazing percentage-wise, always makes me happy to see the numbers climbing, but not going to get me very far. Needless to say. 

Yes, that was part of their fantasy script to cast me as a wealthy white person, even though actually not. Just because I am a white person, that does not mean that I would automatically have such vast wealth at my command. Just because some classmate of mine was trying to throw her Caribbean roots at me, that did not mean that I would take my orders from them. And there is nothing They are so ridiculous, it just boggles the mind to try to accommodate their every whim.

I suppose that were I to have vast millions in the bank, I wouldn't mind collecting a few extra passports, such as the British Commonwealth express that you are referring to, but it remains to be seen when I would ever have enough cash on hand to actually uproot myself so drastically. Most people are content to just exist and try not to trouble the waters too much.    

 

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Yes, it is weird how these people are chattering away as if I would know what they are talking about. And why would I think that they are talking to me, anyway? Maybe they are just talking to somebody else who really knows why I should care about reconnecting to Chatterbox Kathy. I dropped them off in a garbage dumpster long ago, glad to be rid of them.

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Yes, there are some days when I do not know who I am talking to. I don't know, some days you sort of resemble Bruce Bell, or is that Raymond? So how what about San Diego? My Dad's cousin Suzanne taught school there, but either one of those guys are a matter of indifference to me, so I am just saying, I do not really know who they are. Well, Bruce was originally a Baptist but I do not know where he went later. 

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Yes, oh, hello. Yes, I am the only person who was not very much aware of copyright issues back in the old days? But anyway, some recipes are not for public distribution. Maybe I just threw that away, I don't remember now.

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Yes, I do think that there is no guarantee that I would consent to involve myself in or be permanently glue to some massively complicated project with no guarantee of any positive result, given that I am only eight years old at the time. I could be digging myself a hole and never getting anywhere, so what is the use of speculating about that? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online the scornful words of that guy who hates me so much, and then later I noticed that his wife ran away with some debonair Frenchman, so that was weird.

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Yes, who was that wacky witch who was trying to assign to me the job of fixing Puerto Rich? Huh? I saw the movie "West Side Story" after it came to TV, but anyway, white people such as myself generally don't really care that much about Puerto Rico. Do we really have to install a 51st state? Fifty is such a nice even round number. But anyway, well, if they are telling us that we have to do that, fine, but that is a job for politicians to figure out the procedures for disposing of them, not really my personal problem. And after Puerto Rico, there are a few other territories waiting in line, such as Guam, U.S. Virgin Islands, etc. etc.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that some person online was saying some disparaging things about Benjamin Franklin, which, well, I doubt that it was the "death and taxes" quote that was being referred to. There were other reasons to leave Benjamin Franklin in a French-fried dumpster, not really taxes or no taxes. I vaguely remember years ago hearing that some person had neglected to file their tax returns because they were opposed to paying taxes for some unspecified philosophical reason that I am not remembering, but I am not remembering now who they were talking about. Anyway, everybody has to pay taxes somewhere, ultimately. It is just a part of civic duty generally speaking.  

I could not see who was saying all of those derogatory things about Benjamin Franklin, as if he were the sole reason to condemn America. Besides which, I mostly think of him as the kite-flying discoverer of electricity. I might not need to know more about that.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember in third grade our families all went to the beach, and I had the interesting experience of being knocked over by an ocean wave in the surf, and my fingers touched the sand, and then in a flash I was standing on my feet as if nothing had happened, so that was interesting and I wrote about that in a paper that I handed in at school in third grade, and the teacher wrote a note saying that I was exaggerating and that is not what really happened, she crossed out "fingers" and said I should say "toes," shockingly, and whe I showed this note to Kenton he sided with the teacher, so that was weird. If it were only "toes" I doubt that would have been worth mentioning in my school paper.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in third grade in Mexico, explaining to some girl about my private bubble. That was because some of those Mexican girls in my class were sort of scary. Someone threatened to hit us with a baseball bat, so that scary. So not to worry about that, just don't let them get in your personal space. After all, there is only space for one person in my private bubble. And whoever I discusses this with, that was not you, at least that much I can be sure about.

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Yes, there was a somewhat large and growing Rolodex, and what happens is that you talk to your boss, your boss talks to my boss, and then my boss may assign to me a story idea sometimes with names that are recommended as a good source for this topic. And I only call you for that specific purpose and no other, and I only call your work number, not your home number. And I only call during work hours only because it is a work assignment, not because I would want to be burdened with all of the personal information that I do not have room for in this particular article, although sometimes I do learn other things along the way. So if you want to pitch a story, you could tell me that only while we are talking, or you could talk to your boss about talking to my boss.

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Yes, there was a rather large and growing Rolodex that I had compiled, with some help from co-workers, but it was left behind, so I cannot really go back later and try to remind myself who all those people were. It just would not be fair. to arrests hundreds of people just because one banking guy went on a huge ego trip.

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Yes, I vaguely remember in El Salvador someone was telling us about the time they stopped to ask for directions, somewhere far out in the countryside, and they found it very hard to understand what the man was saying due to the country account. They did a fair imitation of that and it sounded like a "gua" sound they put on almost word, sort of like talking with marbles in your mouth.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was at Evangel College, Becky Nolin who lived at the other end of the floor from where I was, was telling us that she grew up in Malaysia. She was a nice person, she was telling me about the time she met Kent Stone at an art gallery, but apparently their relationship did not get that far because he married someone else I heard. But anyway I did not return the second year so I am not sure what happened to her later. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. 

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Yes, I enjoyed working there for a couple of years, I really had no complaints about that, it was just that it was not a job to stay forever so I moved on the next thing. That was weird when that guy from a bank down there, I forget now what his name was, who I sometimes talked to for my job, called me to say something about how he maybe wants me to share with him scuttlebutt about my boss. Who is this bank guy anyway, that I would be bothered with making some stupid agreement to involve myself in his job situation? Ridiculous. So basically maybe if I just leave those guys stewing in their own juices, maybe they will figure out that I am not their problem and learn something else maybe. Whatever their problem might be, I really have no idea. Something seemed weird to them, but why am I getting all of these message. It was just a job. 

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Yes, thanks, but anyway, I vaguely remember that when our friends were explaining to us the meaning of "vos," they were sort of scaring me, because while I did sort of get that it was not a matter of standard Spanish, rather a sort of slang that they use casually amongst themselves, a sort of cool kids slang, not formal or fussy, but also maybe I was just imagining that it meant they were in solidarity with some French revolutionaries who live in tents out in the fields. Huh? But I was probably just confused on that point. What would crazy white girl know about that? Crazy white girl wants to stay neutral of all these political tides that are sweeping past in the margins. We are not supposed to know anything about that. I could just not say anything about that to anybody, but then again maybe that could hook me into some other political thing of which I was not aware, unbeknownst to me.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that after we had lived in Mexico and Central America, there were maybe two occasions when we drove north to the United States and crossed the border, easily and hassle-free due to our being U.S. citizens with U.S. passports, and we were talking about what a good feeling it was to cross the border and see the sign "Welcome to the United States," and how everything seemed so much better after crossing into the U.S. homeland. A feeling of foreign struggle lifted.Traffic flowed more smoothly, there were suddenly more and better amenities along the road and there was no problem speaking English to everyone in stores and restaurants, and everything seemed cleaner and more modern. So that was how it felt to us to cross the border. 

But of course some people never left in the first place so maybe they cannot see it that way.

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Yes, you have again failed to appreciate the high value of me, so the only way to fix the value would be to write me a check for a fixed amount of $1 million or more. Needless to say. I say that as if I could control what they do. As if. 

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Yes, I really think that you and Stephanie certainly do excel in the art of writing fiction. So persuasive, you almost the impossible seem plausible. 

Which reminds me that I much enjoyed reading the novel Heidi, by Johanna Spyri, which is a book that I was reading at Grandma and Grandpa Calkins' house, because it was on the shelf in the back bedroom where I was sleeping at the time (maybe age 12). These are some of the things that we get from being the Calkins branch of the family, and not some other branch. Even so, the prospect of retreating to some mountain cottage to shepherd sheep for the rest of my life is not exactly what I had in mind for retirement plans. I enjoyed reading about that, but to actually go to Switzerland and have to pay such exorbitantly high prices for everything under the sun seems a step too extreme. I cannot imagine going there myself.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone online was angry with me for having paused to chat a few words with Gary Easley, a music student at our college. Oh, sorry about that! Doesn't he belong to some weird cult that does not really fit with our AG milieu? Oh, I forgot. I do not see why I would ever speak to Mr. Easley again ever in this lifetime after that warning.

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Yes, perhaps Miss Marken could explain why she prescribed some books for me to read in high school English class that were sort of a downer for me, but she might not be alive now to say anything further about that, so I am now free to live me life unfettered by Miss Marken's obscure designs. I played my little part at the time in reading the books that were recommended and there is nothing more to say about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember feeling sort of like a hostage during high school, because I was sort of vaguely aware that those Italians, including Kathy and Joan, were doing things over my head that I really could not get a handle on. I am being quizzed about things that I was not aware of at the time, so why are you not asking them about their little subplots about presidential elections and the Libby's Watergate maneuverings? I am sure that they could explain these matter much better than I could, given that they never told me anything. Needless to say.

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Yes, it is a bit puzzling, why is the stupid Bush family always screaming in my ear. I would not know George from Adam and could not care less about those pompous arrogant snobs that Joan was raving about so naively during high school, who were nameless to me at the time, but these Italians are somewhat simple-minded. George who? Whoever that was. I could not care less about Joan's private conversations with Carmen that I might or might not have overheard. I just see no reason for me to be harassed and abused by Bushmen. What is wrong with those idiots? Yuk!