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Yes, I suppose that if you are going to go to  the Port of Acajutla, you might want to hire a trucker and make sure that your stuff is taken care of, don't just leave your stuff sitting there on the dock to be carted away by whoever happens along and finds it there. Oh, thanks Mom. There is no guarantee that anything would be left to send along later by the time they finish rummaging through it all.

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Yes, I would be reluctant to delve any deeper into certain matters, better to leave that in its place untouched, because I cannot be sure that a Grenade might not explode, and I am not equipped or trained to handle that type of explosive situation, I cannot see where all of these Grenades are comfing from.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Patricia Allwood was a high school classmate of mine, she was a friendly person although we were really not that close. She probably still lives there, or can easily live there, because her mother was probably Salvadoran, her father American, so she probably could go either way if she wanted to, but I never really did catch how she might be connected to Biden. Possibly that would be a useful contrast to another high school classmate, Patricia Cruz, whose politics probably were on the Right Wing side of things. But I am only guessing, I really never discussed politics with them. No one dared to mention politics in high school other than Miss Marken, our teacher who entertained us with monologues about her summer of Watergate Hearings. But I really would not know anything about that. I was not there when all of that was hatched.

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, for hs report on poetry analysis, Raymond dissected Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven." He seemed to indicate that the song is referring to an actual person who lives in New York, maybe even New York City, but I did not quite catch what was her name. Sometimes these poetical glosses do not indicate very much about reality. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember some people from college who, well, maybe I did feel somewhat stabbed in the back at times, but anyway, I really do not want to expend too much energy on flailing against my enemies, whether real or imagined. Such negativity just sucks up a lot of energy if or when I do that, and then what?

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Yes, I vaguely remember, the only thought that I ever had of Malta during high school, was when Raymond during his report in English class mentioned that you could go there to buy a title of nobility. He said that is the easiest place to get a title of nobility. Some people may be willing to part with those titles for money. Maybe you want to be a Count with the papers patent to prove it? Well, then Malta might be the very place where you could go to secure an ostentatious title of upward mobility. For $1 million you could be the Count of Wherever. But it is very expensive, and does not necessarily include the benefits of birth into the nobility. But anyway, I have already explained this high school point more than once, and yet the spin machine continues to churn and churn.

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Yes, I sort of noticed that quite a few people are trying to squeeze in through the worthless Dauna door, and so that means that you are now locked outside in the bitter cold as far as I am concerned. Oh, the things that we did not yet know during college days.... 

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Yes, that would be interesting to see. Why don't you go ahead and vomit that thing you are choking on, so that we can all see what you really are, instead of just writhing and slithering around like maybe a snake. That would be interesting to see, for sure.

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Yes, that would be interesting to learn about the stellar career of recording artist and singer/songrwriter Diane Roberts. I really have not heard anything recently. Wasn't she one of those Reformed Dutch people? And didn't she pay to take advanced music composition lessons from Johnny Carl at the Crystal Cathedral? And she often sang in chapel, unique songs that she had written, so obviously she has the talent for that, so there was some crossover during college between our church and the Dutch Reformed people, because anyway we are not Dutch Reformed people, and I really do not know that much about them, but they were there also. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time that Miss Pilarinos said that she felt like a spare tire, given that she was a single woman having to work with all of these married couples with families. She was never shy about saying things like that n front of everybody, so why would everyone be so surprised that these things get passed around, and anyway everybody knows that it is never that easy navigating life as a single woman.

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Yes, and who was that, during high school, who was filling my head full of silly Pollack jokes? How many Pollacks, he would say, does it take to screw in a lightbulb, et. etc. 

And for what do I need this silly loopy loop-de-dupe road to nowhere?

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Yes, I vaguely remember when Di invited the girls for a sleepover, but I did not attend that, not because I was ever guilty of gossiping about them, but because I was already very tired of being the target of her gratuitous attacks, as if I should be confessing to something. Confess to what? I never talked about them. There was nothing to say. Does my face look like a dartboard to you? Well, it's not. I am not a dartboard to punch and throw things at for your own self-interested convenience. 

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Yes, all of these goads seem to be prompting me to say something about how crazy chatterbox dingbat Anita is not the top-stone of anything at my house, but I digress. Yes, I never gave much thought to the shrill caterwaulings of Anita Stone, a high school character of not much importance from my point of view. Anita who? I never thought much about the Stone family during my high school days. I would prefer to keep my fingers and toes attached in the correct order, thanks anyway. 

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Yes, you are reminding me, and I already explained this but people always forget what I say, that it was really very nice of Ivonne to explain something about that to me, during high school, because anyway that helps to spare me from saying some ridiculously uninformed thing about persons who, I am not quite sure who they all are, or how they are all connected to some dimly understood very dark and dreary episode of WWI history. I wish that I could pass that along, the way that she explained it, but her words do not fit in my mouth. I cannot quite think what to say about that, because anyway I am not hearing any intelligent thought coming from the Dutch Reformed people. They seem to be throwing around tacks willy-nilly without any idea of what they are saying, but I never attended any Reform school so I really do not understand what their problem is. 

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Yes, interesting how these people are answering that I never really asked. Should I have asked or be asking that question? Makes me wonder.

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Yes, I noticed that I am getting really too much mail from the advertising department, given that office hours are closed now. They asked me to stop by their party a couple of blocks down the street, and I find them staging me into a photo that was sort of false and  misleading, I have to say, in case you did not know how that was all staged, so that was the only time that I went to their party, thanks. But that brings up the question of what would a clueless advertising person know about truth in advertising? Some of them are nice, but usually I try not to interrupt their cheerleading sessions, when she has the office decked out like a kindergarten classroom. Where do they find these people to hire anyway? I can go and come from my office separately without bothering them or vice versa. I do not really want to know about their amazing deals with the advertisers as long as the company is paying my salary portion. They know stuff than I would do not really need to know.