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Yes, I never really go to any place that would require myself to be carded, so that was sort of weird that you would make a joke about your fear of being carded. That would actually not be funny. Who would even think of that? Many things are lawful but not all things are expedient, as the Good Book says. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were telling me online something that I had not known about during high school. Oh! One of my high school classmates, whose surname is Castro, coincidentally to my mind because anyway that is a fairly common Hispanic name, actually is a distant relative of the late Fidel. Oh, I was surprised to hear about that. I had no idea. She seemed like just a normal person, right? Just another Cuban exile although her family having chosen another country than the U.S. for her new home. Myself not having known about that, I cannot imagine what there would be for me to say about that. Our Spanish teacher also was a Cuban exile. Incidentally. But anyway, there would be nothing that I would need to say about that, right?    

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Yes, there was that family photo of my aunt delivering her speech, but I was not there at the time, oubt of the country, so I really cannot comment on the comments of the speech or whatever she said. I just have no idea what that was about. And who wants to know? Since we do I have to copycat somebody's speech? Not my problem. 

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Yes, that was sort of not very interesting to hear someone talking about the food fight table in the college cafeteria. How they leave slop all over the carpet later for the cleaning crews to deal with. I am sure the cleaning crew would have another idea about that, but anyway, I was probably there at the time either way. 

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Yes, I was interested to hear more about how you are going to find me dead somewhere, and how you are supposedly going to find my ex strewn on some backroad to nowhere. I had heard that sort of obliquely, but not really seeing who said that leaves me curious to learn more about how that would happen. Maybe you could elaborate. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I was 8 years old, our family was living in the city of Guadalajara, Mexico while my parents were attending the language school there, learning the Spanish language, and at that time the Cunninghams were a missionary family who lived nearby. I thought that they were stationed permanently in Mexico, but who knows where they ended up later. I have no memory of them beyond the age of 8. There was a time, a few years later, when we received a chian letter from someone, and we were to send on copies of the chain letter to other people of our acquaintance, and then probably they would send on the chain letter to other people and so on and so forth. We sent a copy of our chain letter to the Cunninghams and who knows what else happened after that or where else the chain letter was sent letter. 

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Yes, that was sort of weird, when I was working at Boca, how our publisher imposed upon us a duty of defeating Smith, even though I had no idea why. Smith won the mayoral election anyway that time. But it was obvious that our publisher hated Smith's guts, from reading the editorial articles that he wrote, that was all I knew about that. Later, a few story assignments illustrated his personal hatred of Smith, but anyway, why should I care if the man's name was Smith or Jones or any other surname from the country club that refused to admit his application. Beyond the movie starring Jimmy Stewart, "Smith Goes to Washington," perhaps there is some older New England mythology not so familiar to me, but that is never explained in a clear way that would make any sense. I do not work for them now, so there is no reason for me to gratuitously promote your law practice for no reason.