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Yes, whatever happened to Greg the sports writer? In the office one day, I was logging in to my computer and then suddenly noticed that Greg is looking over my shoulder carefully watching my keystorkes in an attempt to capture what is my password, which he did and was now able to log in to my account and hack all my files. Terrifying. Weird that he was so obsessive, but fortunately he did not survive probation. There were only three months of Greg and then he was a goner. 

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Yes, there has been a lot of talk on Youtube about the Secrets of Fatima, telling the story of the visions that were seen by the children, the appearance of a supernatural being of unknown origin, the various prophecies and sayings that came out of that, the lives of the children afterward and how they were affected by those events, etc. etc. Myself being a Protestant, I tend to leave it to the Catholics to tell everyone what that was about, because anyway the Catholics would have all of the records and ptaperwork associated with that, and we would probably only hear about that by reading in a book or magazine or seeing a video on Youtube. 

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Yes, there is another question of whatever happened to that worthless idiot O'Farrell, Michael that is,  from high school. Martha probably remembers him, you could always ask Martha because in me there is nothing of him. I never really cared whether O'Farrell would live or die, not my problem. 

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Yes, I too noticed a slight resemblance there to Stone, although so what? Not a reason for me to involve myself in unknown territorial issues. I think I heard online that he may be stuck in Maryland for the long haul, not my problem, not my job, not my money. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember one time when I was working on the Society paper somewhat late, it was dark already, possibly winter, there was a knocking at the office door, and it was Norman Young wanting to talk to some of the advertising people, so I let him in the door and thought that was a sort of bizarre event. How weirdly coincidental to see them again. Don't they attend some other church now? So obviously I am not thinking about them. 

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Yes, speaking of rainbows, what if there was a rainbow blouse? Maybe you could ask Dwight and Cori what they meant by that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during my first year at SCC, living on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm were two girls whose name was Candy, Candy Bennett and Candy Higgins, and they were rooming together. And then there was myself, Candi. And although I spell my name differently than theirs, it does sound the same, verbally speaking. So sometimes they are calling Candy and that is not really me, so I have to remember that they are not really talking to me, which fact I do remember, so no need to belabor this point. I do remember that they existed at that time, not sure what happened to them later. Were the two Candy's across the hall from Heather and Debbie? I forget.    

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Yes, one of the benefits of being retired is not hearing the bragadocious boastings emanating from the advertising department, mostly Tyler, who drives a Corvette so everyone assumes he was probably their best salesperson, although actually I do not want to know or think too much about what goes on over there in terms of the wheeler-dealer aspects of how they negotiate with the advertisers. As long as I was getting paid, I was fine with whatever they do over there that keeps the company financially afloat. Probably Tyler would not be able to do my job either, but I was not planning to scale the wall between advertising and editorial. It just would not be worth the effort, and even less so now that the digital age has made print almost obsolete, not worth mentioning. 

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Yes, what is this platter of repulsive dog food that you have placed before me, as if I should be compelled to eat that nonsense. Never. 

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Yes, truly, you have spoken as if wearing the shoes of a 19th century Chinese man irritated iwth his British colonial overseers, but that was more than 100 years ago. 

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Yes, we cannot imagine who Phil ultimately married. He was very shy so one casn easily imagine him overwhelmed by some blustering biddy, whoever that is sputtering in the background. 

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Yes, you have failed to explain why I should limit my future options by signing on to some demonically inspired Faustian plot.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember only that Bertwell was a friend of Heather's. Which Heather, one might ask, but it really does not seem to matter which Heather. There always seem to be various Heathers lurking about. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember thinking that those two Vineyard people I met that one time were unspeakably disgusting, whatever their names were, but I would not to clutter the airwaves trying to explain my vague impression of that, and anyway, to have them arrested would serve no purpose now. Better to just avoid them in future.  

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Yes, you really should realize that the "Me Too" movement is never going to happen the way you might be imagining. What is Maine but a snowbound slice of "frozen chosen" New England where it snows most of the year? Not my problem. The "Not My Problem" movement would be more apropos to the topic at hand. 

Yes, it can be easily imagined that some inquiring minds may be asking how these little brownies got their U.S. visas, But what rude person would dare to ask such a nosy question? Do I work for the immigration department? No, actually not. Not My Job: Not My Problem. 

Yet, it could be sort of interesting to hear, what actual incident set off this temper tantrum snit of nasty rich men? Because anyway, I only know that was not me. I do not have the blood type for that. 

Maybe if you are going to erase Columbus Day, you oould also cancel Christmas. That would be  job for those nasty snit people. 

What is there to say? May your enemies triumph over you, too?   

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Yes, I was a bit surprised when I heard you say that you already know about the other copy of the poem that is floating around somewhere. And I only know that you did not get that from me, because it took some time for me to even remember what that was. Oh, that thing! And I suppose that you will continue with trying to ride the bronco until I finally finish kicking you out of my head. Annoying. 

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Yes, I can possibly imagine that inquiring minds might want to know, what is the difference between the scummy harem bimbos of Persia and the harem bimbos of Mormon-Dumb. Either way, I have nothing whatsoever to do with that. I cannot imagine there being anything that I would need to discuss with Kathy and her Persian sports dogs and/or harem bimbos or Mormon riff-raff or whoever they were. That has nothing whatsoever to do with me. We were not Mormons. Why would anyone in our family be dumb enough to go there? Absurd. But I cannot speak for them. I can only speak for myself. 

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Yes, I did not want to waste my energies on nothing much, but it does seem necessary somehow to mention that Bertwell was not a person worthy of my attention or mention. If the thought of Bertwell should ever happen to cross my mind on some rare occasion, although probably never, I would tend to envision a pile of stale old dog food that nobody wants. But I did not want to waste my time and energies on such a useless topic of discussion. There are those who would know how to repurpose old things for a new time, but definitely Bertwell has not displayed any talent or ability to make any intelligent remark worthy of mention. Just driving a fancy Corvette does not really prove very much at all beyond a superficial outward appearance of one annoying person that I never really liked anyway. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Cori was telling us a story about her interactions with Paul Olsen, and how she pinched him in the rear, but given that I was not there at the time, I cannot say anything very authoritative about that. I only remember something that she said, but who knows, he might have a completely different story, but I never asked. It just would not be worth trying to ask questions about that when probably she told the story to other prople also, as tone deaf as she is, so it was not necessarily my job to do something about that.  She thought that was so funny, she was sort of boasting about that.   

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Yes, she was born a Muslim and told us more than once that she did not want to convert, even though her daughter wanted her to convert. So if she died a Muslim, how is that our fault? Perhaps they cannot be saved unless drawn by the Spirit, as the Good Book says, so God gives them what they want either way. And for what do I need some cold and heartless, fancy schmancy rich building when there is no Spirit in that? 

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Yes, Oh, now I can sor of see that you are confused. It was actually Turner who was our MAPS worker, which means that she was working as a financially independent volunteer, not really on salary. She was originally from Nebraska, but she married a native man there, so that is how her family became intertwined in a residential way with that of her husband, Leonal, but that is a different story for another day. And how does Turner of Nebraska converse with Tuner of New York? This is not clear. 

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Yes, ok, so I sort of remember hearing that you borrowed your sister's diet pills and then could not sleep for two or three nights. That was the only thing that I can actually remember hearing. Everything else beyond that would only be a useless embellishment of something that was not much interest, because anyway you were not really that important to a mere eavesdropper, it just did not matter. I would hope that you would have learned your lesson and never did that again, but how knows. I cannot be expected to keep track of all these people. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that we have already discussed this point more than once, about how the Spanish word for freckle is the noun "peca," a word that can also, in another context, when used as a verb, signify "to sin.' So if I sit out in the sun getting myself sunburned, my freckles and/or specks of melatonin, might get a shade darker, and thus I would be sinning. Yes, ha ha ha! A tedious sort of funny. Enough about that. 

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Yes, it is always so amazingly clever, how they make all of these arrangements behind my back, never explain anything, and then I am supposed to somehow pull a rabbit out of a hat to defend them. I do not know that I care that much. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that while I was working in Central Florida, I was assigned to write a story about lemon lawes, and my source was basically the manager of the local Ford dealership. He semmed to be very knowledgable on this topic, so that he definiately was not you, and one supposes that it is always good for readers to know that there are legal remedies in the event of getting stuck with a lemon car, one that is apparently defective and always breaking down and costing a fortune to maintain. He almost might have been persuaded to buy a Ford myserlf, but then again, you know what they say about Ford: FIX OR REPAIR DAILY. So I don't know. Maybe it is only the people who got stuck with a defective Ford who say that. I would have to think about that. And anyway, whatever was said about lemon laws at that time is probably out of date by now.  A completely different set of information and statistics would be required, but we do not have time for that now given that there is no job to require that. 

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Yes, interesting how some people had already listed me on their roster of villains even before I ever knew they existed, or maybe I was only vaguely aware of their existence later. How many times do I have to explain that I never took a puff or even touched the cigarette that was being passed around the girls' locker room. So why should I care about the cigarette butt that you left in your toilet? I have not the slightest clue what to say about that. Something is wrong with this picture. I am not going to knee-jerk perform some dramatic skit about that for your entertainment. Figure something out without bothering me about your life decisions.  

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Yes, what was all that twaddle about the title of Dorothy, and how just being a redhead is not enough to qualify to bear the moniker and/or title of Dorothy? That the redhead ruse of the movie was only a twist added by Hollywood to some other previous traditions about Dorothy? Thus, the redheads of the world should not be imagining themselves the heroine of the story. And also, Dorothy with her degree from SCC is boasting that she may have more influence than some Dorothy Barth, my Dad's cousin, long since deceased, who married an Italian man, and became the mother of the Italian branch of the family. That is a lot of stuff to ponder when I have other things on my mind. 

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Yes, judging from the wicked online mail I was receiving from Tony's hateful harem bimbo mother, one can only assume that Tony is a low-levl Arab dog. Judging from what Tony's mother said, I can easily picture her standing there draping in some black tarp. Enough of this nonsense about Tony. Goodbye! 

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Yes, something about food complaints, is that the only thing that you can find in Dorothy's dumpster? I have other things on my mind than communicating with Dorothy. Their approval never mattered that much to me, given that anyway they are not what she used to be. Goodbye! I am who I am, and they are collateral damage at most. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that it was maybe my third year of college in California, and there was a flood on the seventh floor of the girls' dorm, the washing machine overflowed somehow and there was water flowing down mostly to our half of the floor and there was maybe close to an inch of water in my room although I was not there at the time. I returned to my room to find Sue McGartland having already clean up most of the water, but she works for the maintenance department so that was her job anyway. So that was sort of inconvenient, because anyway she is an angry person anyway. I do not want to make her made at me, but she does get paid to work. 

Sue McGartland is a psychology major and her other job is at Fairview, the mental hospital nearby.  She was telling us some stories about the inmates over there.  

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Yes, it is true that I have not done much research on the topic of the toilette, a hifalutin French word that is often tossed about even though it could perhaps easily be mistaken for the toilet by some of the tacky tasteless boors of Lee U. Or else for a hotel towelette. Either way, what would be the point?  

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Yes, I remember during my senior year of high school, that Sharon Turner had recently arrived to work for John, and I vaguely remember explaining some things to her that I had learned, even if we may not agree on all these points, a few words to avoid, probably better to know what to avoid than to accidentally stumble upon those words as had been my previous experience. 

Weird that later I would be getting all this online mail from Ted. I can easily imagine the Reese family from Georgia may have some thought of communicating with the broadcast magnate, but we ourselves are not connected to that level of commerce and industry. Shocking. And should I ask, Ted who? Why should I care about Ted whoever?  

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Yes, I vaguely remember, while reading the diaries of great-grandmother, noticing that she talks, maybe in the 1940s, about her job at a local hotel, where she goes, accompanied by her youngest daughter, to earn some xpending money by making the beds and cleaning the hotel rooms. Ok, so that was probably a note of interest to you, the Hunts especially. And what other odd jobs can you list? 

 

 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, years ago, back in the Oakland Park days, that I once sang in church, a solo, "Sweet Hour of Prayer," and then later someone told me that Pastor hates song. What, only one hour of prayer daily? Why not two hours? three hours? etc etc. Why limit ourselves to doing only that. Yes, we could always have done more, something else to show ourselves worthy, to meet all the highest standards. So I hope that, having heard of that reaction, that they will not be holding that song against me later. Hopefully, it will be enough to just have faith for salvation of my own soul, even if I can never be good enough to meet all of their exacting and precise measurements of who is worthy to say anything more about that. I should just probably not try too hard, because anyway, if it were really God's will, maybe He would have already made a way. And if not, then I can only fail as per scripting rules. John 3:16. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that, looking back on my past, there were several acquaintances by the name of Mark, so which Mark are you talking about? Mark this or that is not enough to mean anything much. Mark who? 

But if you insist on getting on your wrong inforamation from Rosanne, you have nothing to say. You only wish you had something to say. 

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Yes, after parting ways from Tony, I continued walking toward home, needing to walk a few blocks over to Calle Roosevelt, then south on Boulevard de los Heroes, to my house near McDonald's. During a stretch along Boulevard de los Heroes, there was a guy walking the other way on the sidewalk, and he sort of leans over and says, "I love you, baby," and maybe some other word or two, there was not much to that. So typical of these Latino guys, as soon as they see white girl, they want to practice their tiny English vocabulary, maybe a line from a movie, something predictable. But it is important for me not to react in any way to that, because there is no way of knowing how dangerous these guys are. 

What? And you were imagining that I would campaign for your husband to become the first Latino president of the USA? That would be sort of weird for me to involve myself in your problem. Oh, sorry1 

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Yes, to walk home from school all by myself was a bit daring of me, I am so impatient about getting out of school early for some reason not taking the usual bus, but anyway, what could possibly go wrong? I was being very careful not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk, so what else could I do to ensure my personal security? It was only for a few blocks that he overtook me, and then we parted ways at the intersection because he was walking to his club, whereas I was walking home so I had to turn left at that point.    

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Yes, I have not heard anything about him for years and years now, beyond that it was mentioned that he now works at city hall. I have no reason to go to city hall, myself having no business there at the moment. 

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Yes, that was somewhat insulting, to be mistaken for the Arab dog who was mistaken for a Calkins. Probably the same could be said for the Italian version of that. La di dah. We just are who we are, no need to apologize for not being one of them. 

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Yes, how interesting, coincidentally speaking, that our friend from ancient times, Tim Davenport, was telling us, years ago, that he worked for Microsoft. He might even have met Bill Gates there, although he did not say much about that. I do not have any juicy office gossip to share on that point. I would rather die than have to ask more questions about that. Yes, and how coincidental to note that Bill Gates is listed as a notable descendant of Hugh Calkins, in the website of the Calkins Family Association. And if you read that article about Calkins DNA you would already know that many Calkins are the R1B types that are plentiful in the British Isles, although there is a case of a Mideastern lineage accidentally thrown in there, yet not the J haplogroups, so whatever. Sometimes adoptions complicated these matters. And also you would have noticed that coincidentally the Davenports think they are related to the Calkins, although it is a very complicated thing from New England of the 18th or 19th century, I really don't understand, events involving persons long since dead so whatever. 

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Yes, at least I learned how to read, unlike some illiterate persons who I could name but probably shouldn't. Just to prove themselves to be rabbits capable of proliferating prolifically proves nothing whatsoever beyond the level of animal spirits. 

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Yes, that will teach Tony NOT to barge into my personal life and snatch my personal paperwork out of my hands. 

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Yes, it seems normal that everybody's mother thinks that her son is so special, even if I may be of the opinion that he is only a creepy annoying twit named Tony. But Arab people are so weird about promoting themselves in the most ridiculous and irritating ways, completely tone deaf. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember meeting those two guys who later moved to Montana from California. Sometimes I think I hear them yammering, and yet I somehow think that I owe them nothing. If they were truly giving to the Lord, they would not need to ask. 

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Yes, I forget exactly when I tuned out of math, never my strongest point, not helpful to have the distraction of this Tony D. clown obsessing on me nearby. And he is only a neurotic nuisance, not really a friend. I think I could have done better at math without Tony, but there is no time later, no Tony, forg4et Tony. I think that I could have learned other languages also, but life is short, and my brain does not absorb stuff the same way as when I was younger. 

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Yes, that was sort of rude, when Joy was telling me that her fiancee Harold Moore thinks that I am dirty. Oh, what a rue thing to say, something about how there is no dishwasher, so sometimes dishes pile up in the sink, not too much but anyway, also the yellow vinyl tiles in the kitchen always do look sort of dingy. Ok, fine. I am so glad that I am not an employee of those trailer trash boors. And then there was the time when I had not anticipated Joy barging into the bathroom at that precisely wrong moment, I thought that I had a couple of seconds to quick go grab something and return, but there is only one bathroom that is shared by two people, not the sole property of Joy, who by the way never spends much time there anyway, she spends most of her waking hours at her fiancee's apartment nearby.