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Yes, I vaguely remember that Jim Lori started attending our church. He was a co-worker of Michelle and I think they had dated. Pam was saying that years later they met Jim and his eventual wife somewhere. Yes, I probably should not repeat what Pam said about that in such a public space. Sometimes these people appear and then they disappear shortly after that without ever really seeming to understand what that was all about. So let's just say that Jim Lori could be easily categorized as one of those clueless ones who disappeared from view. I am not sure whether anything stuck with him, he was so gone already.  

And then there was the time that I gave him a ride to church for some reason, and he was expressing to me his cynical idea about how preachers are in it for financial gain or public acclaim or something like that. And I was not sure how to answer that because anyway sometimes people have unrealistic expectations and also sometimes God works even using flawed characters to achieve something that maybe Jim Lori just doesn't get because anyway he was only a bank teller. 

The other bank tellers were Vic and Michelle. Didn't they all work at the same bank? I don't remember. You would have to ask them.  

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Yes, here in America we are only allowed to play 'trick or treat' once a year, and this year's day for that is already a month past, next time around would be in another eleven months from now. next year. No great hurry there, those three bank tellers can wait forever as far as I am concerned. If the money is not forthcoming from the top of the food chain, probably not much hope of anything trickling down to the level of bank tellers, so who really cares what they say. But the bank tellers are paid to stand there and do their duties, whatever that is, so I am not trying to pick an argument with them, only saying there is no reason for them to be bothering me about nothing much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that the FBI/CIA never gave me any credit for having half a brain, much less sent a job offer that included any specific details on compensation, working hours and conditions, benefits, etc. so I do not know why I would need to knock myself trying to satisfy the arbitrary demands of unspecified and/or not clearly identified persons who I may or may not like very much outside of work requirements, for very vague an undefined purposes that apparently cannot be verbalized in a public way. I am just saying.... 

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Yes, that was sort of odd, when the subject of singleness came up, Sandra's opinion was that the surplus of single women were as if widows because all the potential husbands died in the Vietnam War. So that was her fanciful way of interpreting singleness, although it does not really work out very well in practice. Many single women who never had a husband cannot qualify for the allotted benefits of widowhood in the apostlic distributions, so that creates a problem that was not asked for. And so what if they are young or old, how can they remarry when they never had a husband in the first place? Thus, Sandra's logic was not helpful in this case. Needless to say. Obviously. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my roommate was there at the time. The door to her room was positioned catty-corner to my door in the two-bedroom apartment. And why can't she speak and explain why she had her boyfriend inside the apartment at 11 o'clock at night? I certainly did not let him in. But she rarely said much anyway so I'll just leave them to figure out their own relationship without any further help from me. 

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Yes, although I really do not understand their immigration paperwork, and the current status of that, it might seem impolite for me to ask give that I am not the police, and it might seem impertinently nosy for me to ask so many questions about every acquaintance, every foreign-looking person I might see strolling around the grocery store, so given that immigration paperwork is not my problem, I really do not see the point of continuing this conversation about nothing much. I just don't know. 

I hopw you were not expecting me to hire Martha's brother for no particular reason. We are not unaware of them, but there would be no reason for us to call them at their office when their legal ervices are not necessary. (Oh, did you know that they work in immigration law?) Sounds like a joke coming from you. 

 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that she was my roommate for about two months while I was living in Virginia, and she was a counseling major, and she was dating that black guy, and one evning at about 11 p.m. I was needing to use the bathroom which was across the hall from my room, and so, wearing my terrycloth robe, I opened the door to my room, and at that very exact moment her boyfriend was walking down the hall, and I had not been aware of him being in my house, why did I not hear that, and so I closed my door and retreated to wait for a better time shortly after he left. So I don't understand why I am still hearing about that this many years later. What an utterly rude guy he must have been, but I never talked to him, he was my roommate's boyfriend was all that I can remember about him.  

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Yes, it would seem superfluous and overly insignificant to bother to mention that I am NOT related to Johnny in any way, much less to his extended family. They were barely acquaintances. And didn't his brother marry that evil Cuban hissy snake, why else would there be this huge storm of ridiculously irrelevant commotion. 

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Yes, back in the day when we were attending a church in Hialeah, sometimes the youth would be going out somewhere after church, and for these occasions, the church had a van that was used to drive everyone home later, because the parents were already gone home separately. The drive of the van was Johnny, but I do not remember myself needing to pay him any tips or fees to do that. He was the pastor's son so probably that was part of his job anyway, not to worry. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the times when the activists would fill my editor's ear with gossip and/or scottlebutt about what was going on at City Hall, so then I would be assigned to go to City Hall to regurgitate these editorial directives, and then finding nothing of the sort, and somewhat to the contrary, I must with all due respect write the story that I found, or that could be found, rather than the story that could not be found.  

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Yes, your wicked "Johnny" rental jokes have not gone unnoticed, but we have other things on our mind at the moment. There is a time for doing something about that, as the proverb says, but maybe not yet. 

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Yes, I really do not want to intrude on Susie's private Christmas, almost the only thing she does in her tape is list all the Christmas presents that she received. Not to worry. I might not get around to recording my answer until maybe March or April. At that time the memory of the Arkansas visitors was still fresh on our minds. We would soon be packing to leave. This tape has obviously been around the block already, so many people are sending out clues about this, so probably it would not matter if I post it somewhere. 

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Yes, whatever happened to the Pidal family from Argentina? They migrated to California where they were working for Brother Paul and who knows what else might be said about them. Did not sound like they would be returning to their home country ever, but then again you never know where these people go later. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember myself thinking that maybe you are talking about a secret movie in a cave that I am not allowed to see, for whatever reasons matters now. I suppose that it could be interesting to go to some faraway place to see this secret move, but that could be too expensive, not to mention dangerous. Maybe you could just put it all on a DVD and post it on Youtube or live stream to that everyone can see how to differentiate myself from that. I might not be able to comment without knowing what they are talking about. Huh? 

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Yes, and then there is the matter of our branch of the McClellans being overcast by a cloud of Moore stuff. Well, at least we are not related to those Lebanese people who adopted the Moore surname by way of faking English roots. No, that would not be us. We will not need the Moores of Lebanon for anything. Their money does not buy anything here. For the same reason, I have no need of Beth Green's Moore stuff. They certainly are crafty people, even if there be nothing that I would need or want to buy at their expensive store. Who has time for hobbies without money? 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that we already went over this years ago, yet again I am reminded of the time during my first year of college, at Evangel, when Jan Green was my roommate for 2-3 months. So there were some weird things about that. All of this excessive interest makes me wonder whether I am on the Green list of persons to be knocked off on their way to the top of the ladder, but I would be only be guessing. After all, my blood type just does not matter. And were they acquaintances of my mother's cousin who lived in Tulsa? These matters are too complicated for me to be bothered about.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember a time or two or maybe more when I had the distinct impression that those guys were saying things about me behind my back, things that are pieces of their vivid imaginary fantasy world, nothing that I can put my thumb on, yet which affect my ability to function. I would be interested to learn more about what these fantastical myths that they actually said about me behind my back. Oh, wouldn't that be nice if I were a wealthy heiress with abundant money to fund their unknown project? I think that if they are going to be hacking my life that way, they should also be providing these mysterious funding mechanisms that they speak of in the foggy tones of back-story myth. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that the book, "To Kill A Mockingbird," was on our high school reading list. I suppose that she would remember that, too. But I digress. 

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Yes, of course, the daily lives of these famous celebrities are chronicle often in the gossip columns of newspapers and magazines, but whatever, that has no bearing on my personal life. Thee people seem almost as if nothing more than pictures in magazines, but one can easily imagine that these people may have a physical existence elsewhere on the plaent. I really don't know much about that. I am glad they are not my problem, although it is somewhat important to stay current on the news and trends, generally speaking.  

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Yes, I have noticed that scripting is demanding that something be said about those simple-minded Nicaraguans who imagine themselves ascended to British royalties, due to the lowlife scummy rock star who dumped them later anyway. We had heard something about that during high school, but I do not remember. Maybe Joan could fill you in on the details of that. My mind is mostly a blank on that topic. 

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Yes, I do hope that I do not have to explan that I am NOT going to go "Under the Guns in Bayreuth." I read the book but have no personal relationship with those people. Sometimes just reading the book is not enough to really know much about what was happening outside of the pages. 

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Yes, I did not retain an actualy police report from the event, but you can always check in with State Farm. It was their job to cover that so they would have all the related paperwork. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading that book, "Anointed for Burial," in which the catastrophic destruction of that country was described, and yet maybe that was not permanent, because anyway later there are still other people living their normal lives there and life goes on. 

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Yes, as I was saying, wouldn't that be nice if Mr. Right would have appeared somewhere along the way, whether in high school or college or even early career. That would have been ideal. Doesn't everyone eventually find their life partner eventually? But apparently there is no Mr. Right for me, only a dreary mess. Take for example the dreary bores of high school. How is that that those dreary Italian bores are not yet shipped directly home to Italy? Oh, they work for the CIA? So I had better keep my stupid mouth shut because anyway the government pays them directly to harrass me and make my life miserable.  

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Yes, I do not understand why you think that I would need to win her game. I would need to win her game like I would need a big hole in my head. Did you think that I would want to be their family dog? No, of course not. How sick can you be?  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school there was a special rehearsal at their house one evening, and I suppose it could be interesting to remind everyone that it turns out that their family dog was named Candy, so that every time they would be calling "Candy, Candy," they were talking to their dog. No, they were not talking to me. Needless to say. I suppose that they may choose to name their dog whatever they want. Just don't expect me to come running, besides which my name is spelled with an "i," not a "y." Not that the dog would notice that. 

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Yes, I can easily imagine that could have been quite the existential crisis for a third-grade boy who lost the trophy to the second-grade girl. I vaguely remember that later he was sort of bullying or threatening me to exact my girl submission, which would seem sort of predictable anyway, as boys generally speaking are made of lizards and snails and puppy dog tails, as the poem says. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the time when I would have been about age 13, in El Salvador, and my sister and I were walking home with our friend Susie, and having reached a major street, we were told that some protest marchers were heaing this way, so we hid inside of a furniture store until the marchers had gone by, and then later we came out of there and resumed our way home. We wanted to avoid what might have been an awkward situation that did not involve us. 

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Yes, I did notice that those people from the Lutheran school certainly are noisy. I am trying to remember, did my little poem about rain get published in the school newsletter? I do not save a copy of that so I really cannot prove anything about that one way or another. I do have the spelling bee trophy. 

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Yes, what was all that chatter from Gwen Nelson about her Cruz, as if I should care about those unknown strangers, As if I should care about whether there is ever going to be a Cuban or Hispanic president. I cannot say yes or no, only that time will tell. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were talking about the ship caulkers, the English ship builders who built the ships that were successful in averting the intended invasion of the Spanish Armada. The Spanish still agonize about their loss to Elizabeth I, but perhaps their land invasion will have a different result in moderns times. It will not be so easy later to deflect the relentless incursions of invaders, so the ships of yore might not be all that effective in future. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that there was a time when it might have made sense for me to move to Louisiana, such as the time when someone called me from there to sound me out on whether I would be interested in applying for a job there, but later I never did apply there. It just seemed that I could have been waking into an awkward thing, even though I was sort of aware of some of those people there. And then even later than that I was getting so much unpleasant online mail from those guys who were offering some sort of unpleasant and illogical Rental situation, that I was definitely persuaded to never go there, especially not now. 

Yes, whatever happened to those Rental guys? I do not really have anything very pleasant in mind to say about them, but why go out of my way to  make some irrelevant points about them when I have almost no thought of them. 

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Yes, I vaguely remembe when Margot was talking about having seen that movie, "The Exorcist." Was that a class report or was that her chattering during study hall? I cannot imagine ever going to see such an evil movie.  

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 Yes, aren't you all just the worst-case scenario friends-of-Job? And who is going to remember the time in high school, during Miss Marken's class, when we were discussing whether there is any sound at all produced if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it? I tend to think that sound waves were produced by the crashing tree, but there was no ear there to hear that, so the potential for sound was not fulfilled. 

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Yes, you probably noticed how my life seems sort of hexed, 3everything I do just falls apart eventually so I do not know why you would be so optimistic about nothing much. Do you always harass 75-year-old people to fork over their life savings? 

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Yes, I really did have such a nice time during my years in Virginia. One unexpected surprise that I had not asked for was when I was elected to represent the journalism people at the Board, I think that it was called the Shepherd's Board. Although that happened during my last semester there, and there was not much time for me to do very much with that, bu I did attend one meeting where I delivered the message that the requested by the people who had elected me. So that was an interesting experience.  

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Yes, I need them to fix their own dialect problem without me, so that I can go home now and take care of myself. 

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Yes, so you were telling me that you are a card-carrying Communist. Oh, well, I suppose that is your free speech right to say, whatever that meant. 

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Yes, whatever happened to Barbara Marshall from Mississippi? We lost track of her long ago. After a year of teaching school in El Salvador, she returned to her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, and disappeared into oblivion.  

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Yes, another puzzling thing about this is how our "friend" Conchita (nickname for Concepción; coincidentally the name of a city in Chile) is somehow pretending not to be the source of our information in regards to this Salvadoran caliche slang. Hmmmm...... She was our principal instructor in these matters.  

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Yes, I must admit that I probably lied. No, I do NOT speak caliche, whatever that meant. If you just meant dialect, I did understand some of the local slang terms that I was hearing in some circles, if that is all you meant. But there might be other nuances to that that I did not understand. 

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Yes, that was nice of Margot to invite me to her house on Saturday so that we could work on our school project. So I suppose that automatically puts me on the wrong foot with Cruz, who is thought to be the enemy of Margot, maybe. So if I am thought to be a friend of Margot, you would probably assume that I would be an enemy of Cruz. And what else would I know about their mutual hostilities? Nothing, actually. I would have to do research and why bother? And didn't Cruz always hate my guts anyway? So either way Cruz hates my guts, if I go to Margot's house or not. Thanks you so much for reminding me of that.  

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Yes, you dreary COGIC bores already have your Danny Boy, and that is all you get. There is nothing more to say about that.