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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder the question of when did it become my job to conduct brain surgery on the people of Chile. Everybody knows that the Bueno family had a Chile connection. They lived in Chile during childhood and learned their Spanish there. So what about that? How would I know what odd things are percolating in their weirdly hybrid Chilean minds? It is not unheard of that regionalisms occasionally may happen in the world of Spsnish language learning. Only one person cannot know everything about that. I suppose that you just never know when you might inadvertently hit on some unique regional thing that you never heard of before. So what about. that? So what if the people of Chile are sick sick sick. I was so insulted but whatever, I have to get over that and forgive for the sake of my own mental health. Besides which, I was not your slave property. It may have become your job to reeducate Chile, but that was not my problem.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, that there were some persons who were involved in an epidemic of cheating, they would make these little cribe sheets and cheat sheets with the answers to the test written in miniature lettering, and hide them up their sleeves or wherever they could sneak a look without the teacher noticing, although there were times that the teacher did notice that and they got called to detention and who knows what other punishment. Of course I never did that. Never. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during our final year living in El Salvador, that my parents were asked to assist with the adoption of a Salvadoran boy who was going to be adopted by a nice couple from Seattle, whose names I forget, I only remember that the boy's name was Jeremy. And our part involved taking care of the baby for two weeks while the couple was traveling to El Salvador and then taking care of the paperwork. My mom did most of that, whatever my parents' part was, which I cannot recall. I cannot imagine that our names would be on the paperwork. And a couple of years later the same couple returned to El Salvador to adopt Jeremy's sister, but we were already gone by then so I am not sure who else helped with that, we had nothing to do with the girl, whose name was Jessica. So that is all I can remember, only that their names were Jeremy and Jessica. Hopefully they had nice lives in the United States.They would probably be in their 40s at least by now. 

Weird that I would be hearing online later a bunch of stuf about them and their real mother down there and who knows what else that meant. I would not want to even try to say anything else about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that guy from church, who married one of those two Bahamian girls. They were nice but I seem to have forgotten their names so maybe they won't be surprised to never hear from me again. Thanks anyway.  

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Yes, I other things on my mind than angling for your garbage $5,000 donation. I do not quite understand what is the source of this garbage theme, so my only option is to leave you sitting there with a knife sticking out of your back side. 

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Yes, you are such a dull Sharpie pen, too blurry for my use. You were her garbage leftover boyfriend, not my problem. 

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Yes, speaking of Seattle, I am again reminded of the existence of Mercer Island, a place where the Calkins Hotel was destroyed by fire in 1908. So what about that? There was nothing remaining, everything was gone. Besides which, the owner was C. C. Calkins, Charles, not us. There was no reason for us to go to the state of Washington to find nothing, actually. My Dad's relatives had a farm somewhere up there, maybe Oregon, but who knows where they are now. I am not sure that I ever met them anyway, much less did I ever make acquaintance of this irrelevant unknown stranger named Jessica, to whom I have zero connection whatsoever. Blah blah blah. The way they talk, observers might get the mistaken impression that we are acquainted. Actually not. That was not us. How many times do I have to conduct brain surgery, so as to explain to the idiot riff-raff people of Michigan that there is no money. I have no jobs for them.