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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of how my grandfather lost his money during the Great Depression, because the bank collapsed and the money disappeared or something to that effect. Thus, I do not quite understand your excessive optimism on the topic of banks and bankers. Those fly-by-night operators are there one day and gone the next, so who can really trust banks and what bankers might say about anything? There might be good banks also, but how I would know which was which? That is all old news, not anything to bank on. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing the story of Vickie and Roy, how they were on a date during college, at Southwestern, and Vickie was saying that she so much wanted to run out the door and escape, but decided not to run away, and then Roy said that if she had run away that would have been the end of their relationship, and we can see that they are still married because she did not run away. So that was a cute story that they were telling us. 

Even so, I am not sure why that would be a thing. Obviously, you were not there to hear the version that we heard, or you would not be imagining that to be a thing. Why would that be a thing for you, to run away or not to run away? Every individual story is different than other stories, usually, unless you are some sort of warped AI clone of something else. 

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Yes, it is always amazing to hear from persons who are so perfect, they never got lost in the labyrinth. So I suppose that means that I am excused from further duties in the area of delivering the goods, thank you very much. No need to stress you out by imagining that I would ever be applying for any job there. I can read the writing on the wall. 

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 Yes, I vaguely remember my decision NOT to join the military, and I still feel the same way about that. They were really NOT my problem.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one evening Laura came home with her date, who was a geeky nerd socially mal-adapted rocket scientist, and the radio was on at the time, tuned to that radio station that usually plays only mellow music, whatever that meant in the mid-1980s, and he made some comment about the song that happened to be playing at the time, which, yes, sometimes you don't really think about what these songs are really saying. It was only the radio. 

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Yes, I really do not care what Greg thinks about anything. Why waste my breath trying to argue with those primitive creatures who unthinkingly spout the party line, whatever that may or many not mean. It is just not worth even trying to talk to them, and besides which I don't even care. 

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Yes, I do not know why I did not mention this before, but clearly you have mistaken me for Laura Entz, who was a roommate of mine for about a year in Maybe 1984. She said that I was mean to her cat, but I did not like the way she allows her cat to freely range upon the kitchen counters, to rub against the clean dishes in the dish drainer. After she moved out, it was sort of a relief, although it took a lot of scrubbing to finally get rid of the accumulated cat hair. Enough about her. I did meet some of her friends, but that does not go very deep. What was the name of that guy? Yes, I have completely forgotten them now. Twenty-five years ago I might have been able to remember some of their names, but not anymore. No more of that.