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Yes, I vaguely remember iu high school study hall, one day Kathy was mocking my "rabbit ears," as if I were not supposed to be overhearing whatever I was hearing. And should I apologize for having "ears to hear." Thank you Lord for giving me ears to hear. No, there was no reason to apologize for happening to hear that, although I forget now what I was not supposed to hear. I only remember the peculiar reference to "rabbit ears." And also, what would Kathy know about the "rabbit ears" of second grade? No, that would be too ridiculous to imagine that Kathy would know anything about the Thanksgiving drama of second grade. It seems logical to suppose that the reference to "rabbit ears" was a mere coincidence.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that when I went into journalism, that I changed my registration to Independent because, well, anyway, propagandizing was not my idea of good journalism, and also what did parties ever do for me? When did it become my job to babysit Kathy's friends from high school? They just sit over there mocking me and taunting me for some reason, I really have no idea what their problem is. Anyway, study hall is a time for doing homework.

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Yes, I tend to imagine that I myself am not the only person who ever did something and then regretted it forever. So?

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Yes, it is as if I were back in high school study hall, sitting at my desk trying to concentrate on doing my homework, maybe one less book to carry home tonight on the bus, (that's why it is called study hall, right?) while Kathy and her five socialite friends — what were their names, I had forgotten about them — are sitting over there chatting and painting their fingernails. Blah blah blah. Forget high school. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was browsing through a used bookstore near here, maybe a half hour to the north, that I noticed on the shelves 8 or more volume set on the history of Freemasonry. Leafing through one of those volumes, the text seemed very dense, two columns in rather small type, and all about some obscured point of their procedures or beliefs. Yes, I really see no need to clutter my house with those heavy books when anyway all you have to do now is to browse Google Books to see there is no scarcity of books on the intricacies of Freemasonry, if that is all you want. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was at college, spending some time reading in the Encyclopedia of Religions about some religions to which I do not belong, but some of them are really quite elaborate in terms of their ceremonial requirements. 2 Peter 1:1-3.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was talking about the nun who taught a class at our high school. I really don't remember the nun so have no idea what would there be to say about that, given that I am not a Roman Catholic so my opinion really would not matter to them anyway.

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Yes, I suppose that there would be a certain type of person who would automatically loathe the Doge program, as we saw with the Grace Report, and how Rick was having some sort of emotional difficulty due to the way that his brain is wired, unlike most people who were sort of indifferent to the matter. Most of us are content to let the lawyers decide what is legal or not about that, because I really have no idea. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that someone was asking me whether I had seen the movie, "Cheaper by the Dozen," and something about the Gilbreth family who had so many children, it was a good thing they were experts in time management and efficiency. And also you referenced the movie, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," a movie about a car, which starred that Hollywood actor who moved to San Diego. Yes, I might have seen the first mentioned movie on TV, I was not sure about the second, I really don't see how that has anything to do with me. I cannot make your fictional masterpiece happen of my own accord, even if had wanted that to happen, which actually I don't care. Your lousy screenplay does nothing to finance the lavish lifestyle assigned to me.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was still at high school, and working on the high school newspaper, there was a column in the newspaper about the college plans of various persons. My note was in there also, announcing my plans to go "in" to Evangel College, which is almost the only thing that I said about that, so probably the only piece of information that exists in your empty head that you could possibly remember about that, given that everything you need to know you already learned in high school, and I can easily see that you being a mindless clone of so-and-so, there is really no reason for me to elaborate on that plan now. There were some nice Evangel people, but also some who were threatening to ruin my life, so that plan was destroyed and I moved on to something else. 

Can you imagine if I were to write a book, what they would do to that? No. v

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Yes, I vaguely remember, as I have said before, that Patricia Cruz, who sits to the left of me in Miss Marken's English class, might have liked to have herself elected class president, but that never happened. Carmen, who sits to right of me in Miss Marken's English class, was elected as our class president that year. And wasn't Kathy one of Patricia's allies in her bid to take over the election? I really was not paying attention to what was going on with the political aspects of that. 

Years later, suddenly this Teen Challenge guy Nicky Cruz was telling me about his distant cousin, or else Ted Cruz's wife Gwen was saying that I needed to do something about his presidential bid, I was not sure how that happened. There were suddenly talking to me as if I were Kathy, when actually that was probably Kathy who was promoting Cruz, although I really do not remember anything. Nobody was telling me anything about that. I was not paying that much attention to the idea of elections.  I suppose that you could learn some other interesting things by getting yourself elected, but I was happy enough to bake a cake for the bake sale, which sold out. All I got back was the empty pan. That was my only contribution to class politics during high school.     

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year I was at Evangel, Rhonda Hurd and I were in Jan Chance's room in the dorms, and we were playing a board game, and I made some move that seemed too good to them, so they were accusing me of cheating, and I had to show them in the rules how I can do that. So that was sort of a problem, because that was how they were, they get all wound up screaming and accusing me of stuff when they should already know what the rules are and what I can or cannot do without cheating. We were not on the same page. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Becky Nolin, who lived on the opposite end of my dorm floor the year that I was at Evangel. Becky said that she had lived in Malaysia during her childhood. Becky was close friends with Kenton. I noticed later that they had both married other people so it would seem that their relationship during college had not blossomed into marriage. That is about all that I can say about that. One evening some girls, including myself and Becky, went to the Student Union building and saw Kenton and some other guys sitting around a table playing a board game, I think that Becky said the game was called RISK, but we did not choose to intrude on their guy thing. I often played board games growing up — Monopoly, Clue, etc. — but RISK was not in my repertoire. I have not had occasion to read the rules of how that works.  At the Student Union they were selling the best milkshakes ever, which was our reason for going there. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a Kit person from Malaysia but he lives here in the U.S., although we have not seen him for a long time. He is probably busy doing other things now at his other places that do not involve us so I have not heard any reason to be worried about that.  

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Yes, back in the days when I was working as a reporter, there were times when people would call just to talk to a reporter I guess, and to feel my ear with various tidbits that may or may not lead to a story. But then after I am gone from the job, I am not really expecting to see them appear in another context, which happened to me, a bit jarring. What was her name? She is very talkative, very friendly, but if I am not working in Miami anymore I really don't need that now. I don't want to seem unfriendly about not calling for more of that, but anyway I need to move on from that.

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Yes, I suppose that scripting demands that I say something about my lack of membership in the National Honor Society. How can it be that a person who is not a U.S. citizen can excel in the National Honor Society while a U.S. citizen did not even know that existed until viewing the yearbook photos of the special honors bestowed upon them? Ok, fine, whatever. Won't I just look like a complete idiot for even daring to comment on this topic? Blah blah blah! But what would a stupid white girl know about such things? 

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Yes, Hmmm, who are you channeling today? Bruce Bell or Steve Mock, who was my sister/s ex-boyfriend? Both of them may have San Diego associations, which anyway is not that helpful to my interests that I would care that much about reconnecting to that. I am not in a position to deliver the requisite brain surgery those guys would be due for if I were in command, so I am just going to let them go. It is easier to just forget about them.

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Yes, I get that I am being set up to have my brains punched out, I am not as gullible about those tricks as formerly, but anyway, if life gives you lemons, as they say, make lemonade.

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Yes, I vaguely remember leaving the college dorm one morning and encountering a chaotic scene. Overnight some persons had perpetrated the used car lot prank, and almost every car in the parking lot had slogans painted on windows and other decor. And nobody had notified me of the pending event beforehand so it was not like I was providing "cover" for that. I only learned about that after the fact, and they were my friends, even my sister was involved, as I learned later. Apparently that prank angered some persons who had to wash their cars before going to work late. But that is the nature of the prank, wherein the pranksters vent their anger and assert their dominance, angering mostly the persons who own cars, whereas persons such as myself who do not own cars are mostly unaffected by the chaos. I probably do not know of half the pranks my sister pulled. I probably don't even know what you are talking about. 

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Yes, I am often prompted to comment on the time when my sister and I were in a stairwell, descending, and my sister says to me something about how that girl is so unfeminine, and I was appalled that she would say that out loud, and made no reply, because, for one thing, in stairwells the sound echoes all over the place and that girl who was only a few steps below us might have heard that and her feeling shurt, although she did not visibly react, and also, some people just have no choice, living in this physical world, about being overweight and clunky, and wearing tacky shoes, even though they might be a nice person and have some interesting things to say that we could all learn from. You really should not write people off so quickly upon one slight impression of their appearance.

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Yes, Oh, Hi Sandy! I had completely forgotten about her, but I think that I did take notice a couple of times that she was living on the west coast of Florida. However, as I rarely ever go to west Florida, it completely went out of my mind that she was there. Sandy was at our college in California, living on the 2nd floor mostly, but now she lives in Florida with her family and friends. There was a book detailing the whereabouts of the alumni throughout the country, but anyway life happens and then we forget about all these people who are now living so scattered everywhere upon the map. She once visited us here in Florida, but we lived down in Miami at that time.

Sandy has a progressive disease, although different than the disease that Dawn has, which Susie told me about, (muscular dystrophy vs. multiple sclerosis?) but I forget who has which disease. Susie visited Dawn years ago in Washington but I have not heard anything recent about them. 

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Yes, there are some things that I don't quite see from where I am sitting, such as, for example, why does Jessica (Roberts) think that she.is related to Pam Roberts? How does Pam Roberts think that she is related to the Oral Roberts family, perhaps only because her last name is Roberts? So what? And if Pam was fired for said double booking, meaning that from her desk in the accounting office she might have been feeding private company financial information to the outside world, what about that? Did you imagine that I was privy to insider information about how that came around to bite her in the butt? No, I only know what my Mom said about that, nothing more. You could always ask my Mom. She might know something more about that than what she told me, but I really don't need that anyway.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember telling this story to Pam, about the time when I was asleep at night, and I had a dream that something was crawling up and down all over my legs, and then suddenly I realized that it was not a dream, and I got up and flipped on the light switch, and saw that there was a cockroach in my bed. Yuk!

And then there was the time when we were gone water skiing with Pam and Craig, and two other people, Vic and Linda Lestarjet. And that was my first experience of learning how to water ski. And during that time, Linda suddenly, unprompted, began to explain to us some things that she had learned in her advertising class in college, about the use of phallic symbolism in advertising.  It is a subliminal thing, she was saying, indicated by the use of various symbols that may require deep analysis to actually see. So yes, that could be true. Maybe. There could be much subliminal gunk in the back of our brains of which I am not conscious, or may be suppressed from consciousness long ago, but anyway, if I were conscious of that would I need to say something about that? No, probably not. Or if I could remember something, would I not have already said something about that years ago? I am not saying that was true or not true, but do we have to talk about this at parties? Was I supposed to give these people a prize for being such conversational bores? Is that all you can think about, you primitive jungle critters? 

Faith is the evidence of not seen, so hopefully there is a brighter future ahead for me, liberated from the wretched scum of high school. I feel sort of bad about not being able to witness to them, but they were so unspeakably disgusting. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I once had, or maybe still have, I am not sure, a tennis racket of the Wilson brand. Also I had a tall can containing three tennis balls, each emblazoned with the name of Wilson. However, it has been many years since I last played tennis, don't know when I would ever do that again. There are other brands probably, but the Wilson tennis balls was all that I got.

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Yes, I do hope you were not expecting me to comment on the Wilsons. I have, or at least used to have a tennis racket with that name emblazoned on it, but beyond that I really do not know all that much about them or how they are interrlated. We hard not heard that they were so highly political until later.  

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Yes, well, we cannot go back now and rewrite history the way things should have been done, how we should have done things otherwise but didn't. We can only try to do a better job going forward for the benefit of all, or at least agree on a plan to that effect. But I digress.

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Yes, to be or not to be. To AB or not to AB. The plan never seems to explain what I am to do with the A half of me, while focusing only on produce all of these half Bs, because after all I am only half a B and half an A, so I never really fit into the plan that was not meant for me in the first place. 

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Yes, those guys during college were so funny, such as, for example, Dave and Marty among others. However, after a while you start to notice that they are getting angrier and angrier and saying more and more outrageous things and even insulting people. And that is how I figured out that funny guys are best left behind at the schoolyard because there are other serious things that cannot be discussed with them.

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Yes, I do think that I noticed a slight resemblance to a conversation of years ago with someone I seem to have forgotten. Oh well. So many words. could fill a book of nonsense, but why bother?

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Haines City, one day a black guy called on the phone and was telling me about some alleged KKK event that may have occurred, he was under the impression that it happened maybe two weeks earlier or longer, but he would not give his name, would not talk to the police, there was nothing in the police reports, and no other names of persons to verify the story, only his impression that masked men had staged some event in the night hours. And so given that there were no facts to speak of, it did not seem a matter that rose to the level of something for me to write about. If there were a dead body, would not that appear in police reports? Many things happen under the radar that do not appear in the newspaper. Bad things happen. And people often call newspaper offices to fill someone's ears with various opinions and unverified impressions that do not quite make it into print.  

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Yes, perhaps you might have been happy to see Patty Cruz elected as our class president, but that never happened. There was some flap about the voting, but anyway, instead we are stuck with Carmen, who sneers disdainfully at her Caribbean roots, even though I gather from that that she actually had more Caribbean in her past than she is willing to admit. As if I should be stuck in hell with her Caribbean discards while she revels in her newfound U.S. citizenship. So? And how is that my problem? 

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Yes, I heard online something about how they are the whales who are into deep dive swimming out in the high seas and/or open ocean, so that might have had something to do with that. But I never really hear that firsthand so I would only be guessing.

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Yes, there was something weird about that, when I was maybe 11, or was I 13 years old, and the doctor wanted to check whether on my growth and development, and what are you going to do when the doctor tells you to disrobe? A good idea is to just never go back there later and find another pediatrician, thanks Mom. 

In contrast, I always thought that she was a silly twit, and then when I saw her advertising her butt on Twitter, my previous opinion was confirmed, but I did not want to start a war about that, so have a nice life. I try to not start something else.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was living in Central Florida, while rummaging through some old newspapers there in Haines City, I ran across some interesting references to William Jennings Bryan, a famous personage who was a frequent visitor to that area. Apparently he was there at some event in the 1920s speaking to his friends and supporters, so that was interesting. But I did not research into the Scopes Trials, for which his participation is well-known. I feel that my knowledge of science is as yet somewhat incomplete, so I will leave it to the scientists to sort out all of this new information that is continually being found and uncovered.

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Yes, there is no way that I am going outside of my house at 3 a.m. to play the role of cranky neighbor and tell you to cut down the wild party noise. The police can explain to you what are the noise laws more easily than I can and with a better level of authority. And that wasn't the first wild party.

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Yes, coincidentally, my Dad had a cousin named Dorothy, but she died in 1989, so there really is no connection to that other stuff. No connection to your storybook characters. Sorry.

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Yes, there was a time years ago, back in the 1980s, when Keith Green's music was so popular, and then he went to Texas and built himself an apocalyptic commune, and then there was the plane crash. So sad. The last time I tried to listen to his music, it seemed a little bit stale, same whiny complaints from that backlighted soundboard guy, same noodling anecdotes from the Kolbrin book, but that is what happens later. The food is fresh at the time, and then later other things happen, and something fresh and new is wanted by another generation, old truths repackaged in another way. Enough of that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing that my great-grandmother's maiden name was Levines, or alternately Levins. There are various theories about that. Is that French for "the vines"? Or is that a truncated version of "Levites," a theory that fails to win the anagrams trophy. But what would I know about that? My relatives might know some other things that I never really heard. They were mostly Irish Canadians. 

Yes, I suppose that if I were living in NYC I might have occasion to use the subway now and then, but I live in a place where I would need that so much.  

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Yes, why am I getting all of these emails from someone purporting to be Johnson & Johnson? I think that they should stick to their trademark drug dealings. If I were to need an aspirin, I don't really check to see which brand it might be, but when you need an aspirin it is good to know that someone is selling aspirin.

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Yes, or else it would have been Scrabble, that would have been another game they might have been playing.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, I noticed an entry that describes a game whose players were my great-grandmother, my aunt Anita, my cousin Vanessa, and Eugnia, who was our former maid when we lived in Mexico 3-4 years earlier, and she had come to California to visit us. I was not there at the time so I really would not know what conversation took place there. All I can imagine is that they were probably playing anagrams. My great-grandmother was known to be a wiz at anagrams.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Calvin was much younger than other college students, but I thought that he was maybe 16 years old. I do not remember anything about a 13-year-old.

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I went to a concert with what-was-her-name, and Bob Bennett was the performer, and he wrote that song, "Still Rolls the Stone." She ridiculed his songs and thought that made no sense at all, but I disagreed. I thought that it was a metaphorical sense, but try to explain to her what is a metaphor. What is a similete. Such a waste of time to try to talk to their stupid people. 

Never again will I discuss my few poems with them, because anyway, it was only a poem.   

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Yes, if your client really wanted to "help," maybe he could just write me a check for the full amount instead of trying to work through a middle man who doesn't really care about my interests and what would really work best for me. But of course that would involve trusting me to use the money the way that I see fit, in which ase, anyway, I am not necessarily against the idea of traveling and living overseas, but also there would have to be a real reason for doing that. Many things are possible but not all things are expedient or the most convenient thing to do at this particular moment, as the Good Book says. 

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Yes, I would only be guessing if I thought that maybe you are maybe trying to connect through Charlene Foursquare. I never really heard what happened to her later, how did her life happen, I only seem to be hearing online threats about how she hates my guts and wants to make my life miserable. And that is how she would thank us for going over there at night to drag her out of that wild party. Yes, probably her parents asked us to do that. Hmmm.....  But of course Charlene was not attending our high school that I ever heard of, so those people probably never heard of Charlene, who lived not far from us and was often at our house visiting my sister. 

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Yes, why are these people still hovering about, saying stuff online, as if I would need to say something about them? My policy is to never hold onto anyone, why should I claim the responsibility of their souls? I would not be able to handle such a huge responsibility, needless to say. Obviously. Sometimes God just grants us enough grace to get from one place to another and that is all there is.

Well, I should express a certain measure of gratitude for the various blessings of work and employment and the benefits thereof. Did I not meet some very nice people during the two and a half years that I lieved in Haines City? But of course that was 32 years ago now, so there is much water under the bridge now.  

I happen to be a person who feels a certain amount of "Blessed Assurance" in terms of who I am, and who they are is not really of that much concern to me. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were telling me something about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but I forget what was your draft, what specificially were you trying to say about that. Sometimes one may read the famous story on surface level and that is interesting enough, although I probably saw a movie version of that before ever reading the story, being a creature of the late 20th century. But there may be other meanings to that which there might not be time enough in all of history to explore, so I do not see what else I would need to add to that. Oh, and there was a reference to Hyde or the Heidi Hide, but I did not see how that connects. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school reading a novel by Eugenia Price, a historical romance novel that tells something about Saint Simons Island in Georgia. Some of her novels are also set in Savannah, Georgia, as well as other islands along the Atlantic coast. Yes, probably not quite the moneyed islands of South Carolina, but whatever. We never had much thought of South Carolina, so why should they be shooting at me from South Carolina? Yes, that was weird that Stacy was talking about that novel, as if she had some way of knowing that I had read that. Since when did I ever share my high school reading list with those Porto Rican people? Probably never, but I can't remember everything. Yes, people seem so nice in books. She gives her friend a beautiful crystal bird as a gift. So nice. But anyway, in real life people give these gifts to other people, not to me. Ok, fine. I do not really need a crystal bird anyway. I will be just fine without that stuff. I will be just fine without your Puerto Rican garbage. Anyway, it was only a book, a fiction book.    

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Yes, we tried feeling sorry for him, and got no thanks for what cannot be repaired later anyway, so never again will we try that.

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Yes, if I had done something wrong, perhaps I should fear and tremble at the raving pronouncements of this Kangaroo Court TV Judge who is not really seem to be representing anyone whose opinion matters, only her own invalid selfish desire for self-aggrandizement, as if I should care about that. 

Just because your name is Roberts, that does not entitle you to freely and randomly beat on poor people such as myself, rampaging aimlessly for years on end, especially when there is no evidence of you being related to Oral Roberts, so who cares? You are just some dreary vineyard people who have nothing worth mentioning. I never had the slightest connection to the Roberts machine and hope to steer clear of them.  

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Yes, I do not seem to have the power to prevent this evil wicked Max from trying to insert unwanted words into my mouth. I used to wonder how did I say such a bad word when I thought that I was only saying mountain "peak," I used to think that was my mistake somehow, that maybe I have some weird uncontrollable glitch in my brain, but I have since learned that something else was happening. It almost worked, their effort to degrade me entirely, but I do seem to have some sort of guardian angel helping me with that.  

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Yes, in a way it is sad to throw Max out on his ear, but anyway, enough of that nonsense.

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 Yes, I vaguely remember that, after returning from California this last time, I seemed to be hearing online commentaries from someone who seemed to be the wife of Rich Warmonger, someone from Tulare?, although who knows what these demons really are, they may pretend to be someone while actually being someone else baiting for more information that I really don't have. She seems to think that I have some special thing that can help her husband win the election for president, but president of what? President of the district, of the college, of the denomination? And maybe if I just continue to ignore this, it will just evaporate eventually and I will forget how I heard that. She seems to think he needs more white people to support his presidential bid, but I would just be faking if I pretended to be an acquaintance of his during college. Wasn't he in thick with that creepy Honduran weirdo Ron Aguilera? But I should not be saying things that I don't really know and describing anyone that way, besides which there is a tendency to embellish these points unnecessarily when irritated online. And I would only be guessing if I were to say anything about them, because that clique tended to avoid me, so I really cannot say anything about them that would matter ultimately and I really did not care that much about them either. The dislike was sort of mutual. And also, he might have problems running for president if his wife is that dumb. And also, if it was only about that, why are they wasting my time? Besides which, it was not my responsibility to take care of her  in-laws, just because maybe I do know a little Spanish.