Which Reminds Me

Yes, how dare you speak to me of B. Dalton Booksellers in that snarky way, you web-footed monstrosity from California? I have no thought of that. Vent your spleen on some other target, because anyway, I have almost no thought of them, who they were or what they did. I just have no idea. 

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Yes, I remember seeing that picture, and it was said that those two Indian guys were a great help to my great-grandparents during the time they were in China. But of course all of those people are gone now. That would have been in the 1910s or 1920s.

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Yes, I am only 14 years old at that time, so it is a bit shocking to hear some of these sacred things tossed around in such a flippant and careless way by some guy who I don't even know. And they do not even seem embarrassed. I do not know when I would ever be eligible to vote on this topic. 

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Yes, how could we not notice that your class report on Greek mythology went far out into dangerous territory. But who dares to comment on that? Maybe someday you will get saved, or maybe not, but for now I do not want to associate myself with that. 

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Yes, just watched your video and noticed that you seemed to be throwing the Nags. I did skim through some of that sketchy stuff, so full of holes, and noticed that also, but although that is not so canonical, that does not mean there might not be some good and valid points to be gleaned there also. I am not sure what there would be to say about the Nags.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember in fifth grade, feeling surprised and happy that I was invited to Francesca's birthday party. I remember arriving at the large house in the more affluent part of town, and I do not know why I do not remember much else about the party, except that I had to leave early because my Mom had arrived to get me, and as I was leaving, maybe that was Pat Whitaker who said that I should take one of those gift boxes on a certain table, because she said that everyone gets one of those party gifts, so I did whatever Pat said, although it seemed weird and awkward, and come to think of it, why is Pat running the show at someone else's party at someone else's house, and then I just look like an idiot. But whatever. I did whatever they told me to do. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of annoying, how that gives the mistaken and erroneous impression that I ever cared about the opinions of lowlife skunk Loren Wyrick. Only because probably his mother painted the sky with various commentaries, do I never cease to hear online some gibberish from his simple-minded thought patterns of a dull and boring garden-variety humanoid policeman, entirely lacking in any other personality traits.