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Yes, I suppose that if you wanted to be really very picky, you could argue that the word 'crusade' would be better suited than 'campaign' for denoting a religious service, and I would not disagree with that. I might even have been persuaded to use that word instead if anyone had suggested that, but I do not remember anyone saying anything about that, or at least relaying the message to me, because there was an editor who reviewed the entire book later, so who knows what else they did with that later. 

And also I remember the demons berating us for singing "Onward Christian Soldiers," so I don't know, maybe I do not have a firm opinion on that either way.   

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Yes, so I did a translation job and there was nothing more that I needed to say about that. The author said what he wnated to say and I faithfully translated whatever that was. Enough said about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember myself having translated the Dante book into English langauge, and he does talk much promotionally about the value of campaigns, and holding campaigns, but he was not talking to you, obviously. At least I understood the words enough, in comparison to the English-only talking heads of Manhattan, for myself to have a gist of what he was trying to say, which basically had nothing to do with U.S. politics. How would an Argentine preacher who needs an English translator run for political office here? Or for that matter, some lowlife secretary in D.C. or was that B.C? Electoral politics was never my game, coiuld not care less about that. I do not want to be bothered to have to devise some crackpot answer to your ridiculous commentaries on this topic, unless maybe someday youi could learn to ask a real question about eternity and  where is your soul going to be later?  

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Yes, it is a bit mystifying to ponder, what makes you think that turkey is anything more than a crazy bird fit only to be slaughtered and roasted and eaten for Thanksgiving dinner? No one ever said anything more than that about turkey, so how did you extrapolate to the Middle East? What inductive study tactics did you use to arrive at such a radically off-the-wall conclusion? Inquiring minds want to know. 

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Yes, I was wondering if you were telling me that Joan is Exxon, in Spanish Esso. I do not quite remember that, but you could not prove anything by me either way. Exxon, Shell, Mobile, Chevon — blah blah blah. Whatever that meant. Maybe Joan was talking to Carmen about that and maybe I would have overheard that because my assigned desk was directly behind Joan in the alphabetical order of things. But I am not paying that much attention.  

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Yes, I suppose that you would also expect me to offer some disjointed commentary on the topic of Gary Arnold, a guy from college ofwhom I remember almost nothing. He was already married in college, her name was Georgia, so not a person of interest that I would care to learn more about. 

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Yes, that was so rude of the Wilsons to try to dump their Persian connections on me. He is obviously their cousin, not my problem. How would I know how that connects elsewhere? I only see a guy in the yearbook who has his mother's surname of Wilson tacked on to his surname in the Spanish way, but come to think of it he does vaguely resemble the other Wilsons. So what about that? 

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Yes, I do not know how you are not ashamed of allowing those hackers free reign. And there is nothing that I can do to get rid of them, short of basically committing suicide eventually. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during college taking a class from ProfessorNoel Wilson, and the only other student was Mike Rogers, so there were only three of us there at the time. Weird how that exploded into some huge poison cloud. It was only one small class that never amounted to very much as I never had the circumstances to do much of anything with that. Yes, why did I waste so much getting A's in the weekly quiz on Western Civilization, taught by Professor Louis Wilson? For what do I need history when there is nothing to do with that later? 

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Yes, I did notice how Susie was talking about those guys. She said they were so friendly, it was as if they were politicians running for office, always trying to ingratiate themselves with all of the people who might be able to vote for them. I sort of get what she meant by that, but also that was somewhat too exaggerated. It is sort of not fair to them to be caricatured that way when everybody has to do certain things to establish themselves in their lives and professions. It sort of makes me wonder who is she channeling nowadays, because anyway, she is not really who she was when we were first met at age 10. Her birthday is a month before mine and always will be, so whatever. I cannot be expected to keep track of all of these people. Life sometimes takes us in very different directions from where we thought we would be later. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that Lindsay Lowgun was telling me about her stupid mistake, and why she was fired from the finance or banking company. At the end of the day she was somehow left holding a bag of money and did not know what to do with it. Rather than ask, she took it home with her and brought it back the next day, at which time she was fired. So that was a ridiculous mistake. By all means, whatever you do, do not take that home with you. But what can I say about her? Not much. She later soared to great success with a cell phone company, so what do I know? 

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Yes, it is sort of puzzling to ponder, why are there so many gas & oil people milling about at my high school? Wasn't Joan yet another one of those gas & oil persons? Margot also was a gas & oil person, I think that she said Shell. These gas & oil persons certainly do have lots of money to throw around on staging various high school clique scenarios. However, that does nothing for my bottom line. Needless to say. Obviously. 

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Yes, I forget why, it was some sort of weird day at school, and for some reason I was walking toward school, I was just starting up the hill walking, and suddenly a car stops and offers me a ride to school, and it was Sandra with Joan in the passenger seat, so I got into the back seat. Ok, so that was nice. She drives a Mercedes Benz. Oh, I didn't know that. And isn't Joan her best friend? What would I know about that? Not much more than that. I do not understand why you would think that I was trying to steal Joan's best friend? No, of course not. I do not understand, what is you asking me anyway? 

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Yes, it is probably easy for you to complain about their overspending, when you are living over there in the Philippines, where everything is so much cheaper and expectations are not so high. You just would never understand some points about the cost of living here in the United States. Why waste my breath arguing with some Filipino dog named Kelly, living over there in the Filipino squalor perhaps, I don't know, unless maybe you are somehow connected to Marcos with a closet full of shoes. How would I know what that meant? I just think you are so boring, the way you grovel and lurk about in the background. That is about all that I could possibly say about that. 

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Yes, I was not really worried about whatever happened to the Creepy Crawley Notmans. I thought that I had gotten rid of them, or else they got rid of themselves, but yet there they are cluttering the airwaves will silly stuff, as if I should care. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online something about Sandra counseling Joan, but I have no way of knowing what really happened there. How would that subject ever come up at school? Never. I did not know Sandra that well. She was only a friend to Joan. 

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Yes, I do not quite see why I have to discuss politics with you, when we can clearly see that you probably already read the diaries anyway, and thus you probably already know that my grandmother's sister, my Dad's Aunt Julia, was a prominent Republican who was involved in various political activities that are alluded to but never quite fully explained. And also she was married to that colonel for a few years. Now that I can see that you were expecting a reprise of that somehow, I can drop out of sight and let someone else explain that because I have no idea. I was living in another country at the time of those events, so I never really knew what happened; only more recently did I read the diaries. I never signed any contract on these points. That never happened. Of course there is always the risk of the relatives who are prominent in the Democratic Party will want to make their own case in their own way, contrarianwise to Julia and the colonel, and I suppose that is their free speech right if they so choose. 

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Yes, I would prefer to remain in control of my own assets, whatever that numbet might be, than to sign away my rights to the ccreators of some lruid reality show that I would never watch on TV anyway, given that I never watch reality shows, rather than to sign away control to some cold and heartless, cruel person who is always against me, always changing the channel at the wrong moment, always picking an argument, always twisting thrings into a way that requires me to expend inordinate amounts of emotional energy fixing their mistakes for no reason other than to fuel their machine. 

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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. 

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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.  

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Yes, what is this ridiculous question that you are trying to compel me to answer? When? When what? What about never? Probably it would be better to never use that word in conversation because, although you may see these definitions clearly spelled out in the dictionary, there is also the problem of the Chilean virus that has had many years to extend itself from its original 19th century roots. You cannot really know whether you are talking to a Chilean who is infected with that or not, or possibly some persons from other countries also may be infected. So for now, there are other ways to say that. 

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Yes, maybe you could ask them whether and/or how they are related to Napoleon. They would not want to tell me anything, but you might be able to figure out something about that. 

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Yes, it would be just impossible for me to 'keep up with the Jones's,' as the saying goes. Not that I ever cared so much about that, Only recently did I notice that Mary Lasley's mother's maid name was Jones. Oh, I did not know that. I just thought it was ridiculous, the way she is trying to set herself up as a goddess. Absurd. As if we did not notice her crawling out of windows, as noted in the diaries. I have to leave them to their own devices, because anyway, I am not eligible to compete at that level. Time is against me now, there is no money here to do ridiculous game things, so I only want to exit the planet having cleared my slate and resolved the dangling equations, because anyway, it is too late for me to do much more than that. 

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Yes, it is true that I never did read that book, "El Sombrero de Tres Picos." I did read something about the book, and it did not sound very appealing. Sometimes Spanish humor can be very low, and it could be laborious to wade through that. 

Although it is somewhat helpful to note that this word has several definitions, at this point I cannot switch midstream to another definition than the one I start with. I started with mountain peak and that is what I will have to go with. I cannot now switch to another language such as Portuguese, which does not have the same definitions listings. I have never been to Chile so I cannot speak for why they insist on imposing their street language on clueless persons such as myself. 

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Yes, it is probably just as well that the more recently updated dictionaries of Spanish-English now include a note of the existence of the Chilean slang version, because years ago there was no way to learn that. You would look in the dictionary of 40 or 50 years ago and the meanings would include a bird's beak, mountain peak, pickaxe mining tool and corner. 

Which reminds me that during the year that I was at Evangel, some of us were invited to a gathering at the home of an elderly missionary couple who had lived in Central America, I am forgetting their names at the moment, and in their front room prominently displayed was a book by the title of "El Sombrero de Tres Picos," which means the Tri-cornered Hat. That was something that I definitely noticed. I don't know, maybe they understood something about that. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing of the Lasleys, who were in Africa — specifically Togo and Senegal, but only because their children — Mary and Steve— were also at our college Mary was down on the 2nd floor, across the hall from some other people who used to be friends of mine but I don't want to talk to them at the moment. Everything just got so complicated and I don't need more messy people muddling around with that. Besides which, even though I like some of his songs, backup singers such as Mary could not possibly fill in the blanks. What would she in Africa know about Chilean slang? I did not even know that, and also I thought turkey was something to eat for Thanksgiving dinner. And what would that have to do with the price of tea in China? Mary Lasley was on a girls' sports team during college, as evidenced by yearbook pictures, but whether or not she had a sports scholarship I have no idea so I cannot speak to that point. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember Raymond saying that he wan planning to be a millionaire by the age of thirty. That was in connection with economics class, when our teacher was explaining to us about the stock market and how that works. I never heard more about how that worked out for them later. It was just a theme that seems to reappear from time to time, something about the imaginary millions dollars. 

It was not until maybe forty years later that I went to Sacramento and found the document with the million number magically imprinted upon it. Whether there ever was a million dollars, or only shares aiming for that number, it would be hard to see how that number could ever be achieved given a subsequent hailstorm of depreciation. Anyway, there seem to be some parts missing, so it is very hard to say anything more about that, so why even try? Why get all pumped up about something that can never happen? 

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Yes, that was weird, did I hear online that Professor Elliott from college is somehow distantly related to Kelly Elliott, a high school classmate of mine to whom I do not remember ever speaking. She was nothing to me, and yet I somehow hear that she was badmouthing me all over the place to people at college. Why would that be? Since when does she know anything at all about me? or even care to acknowledge my existence? 

And where is this imaginary millions discussed in the prank? Where did that come from? Certainly not from me. I only heard one person in high school obsessing about his ambition to make himself a millionaire, but that was Raymond, and you would never meet them, they would never darken te door of one of our churches, probably. Sometimes there is no choice to be had of what various and sundery persons you are stuck with for the four years of high school. 

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Yes, I was not invited to participate in the prank, so I suppose that means that I am not sworn to secrecy, not under any oath in regards to that. I was just sitting there in class on the morning after the prank, and Professor Elliott was gently chiding her for doing that to herself, and that is how I started to learn who was involved and heard some stories about what they did and how they did that and how they are so shocked that Professor Elliott could figure out something about that, intuitively one would assume. 

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Yes, they all have to confess about the rude things they painted on people's car windows, in the parking lot of college, as part of their famous "used car lot" prank. They did not invite me to participate, which is just as well. I already have enough problems without adding their massive load of prankster guilt to the mix. Especially Mary Lasley was said to have written some shocking things, so who knows why do I need some crazy sports dog screaming in my ear. Mary's services are so unnecessary and unwanted for this particular point. She only wishes she had something to say worth mentioning. I was not that interested in sports tricks. If you are good at sports, you have your place there there, and if not, do not even try. It is not worth that much effort. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that my aunt called him a charlatan, but I ahve no idea why she said that. I did not ask why she said that or what specific facts contributed to her negative opinion of him. That could be a heavy cruse for asking too much about that, so sometimes it is better not to ask further.  

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Yes, you could probably explain a few things about whichever Ben, what did he say, in about 10 minutes offline, and then what? No need to uproot myself over that stuff. Why should try to encourage this pandering to the lowest stereotypes of white girl? Maybe you think you would have an easier time running for president of Guatemala, what with all those stories about the independence bell and whatnot, but anyway, they might be even meaner to girl candidates of any shade, so what about that/  

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Yes, some days don't you just want to strangle those horrid little Sanchez monsters? And all to facilitate  their wicked Dulcinea jokes, thus to distract from the story of their own mother, as if I did not know to avoid that subject forever. Why don't you focus on deporting them? As if I should care either way. That wasn't my problem. Shut up! 

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Yes, that is easy enough to note, that the Stones were in Uruguay, and also the Turnbulls were there at the same time. I only remember one story that Shari T. told us about Kenton, and beyond that I do not care to comment online, because anyway, it was all about Shari's opinion of them, not really anything to do with me, not that I asked for that. And later, I was hearing online, Shari saying that she is never going to talk to me, I am not going to get any information from her, I should not regard her as a possible source of information about Uruguay. Ok, fine. Not that I asked. And did he not marry some Catholic girl anyway? So he is already gone, not really someone to talk to about who knows what. So who cares what Sherry thinks? She should not be talking that way, it gives the impression that I was asking questions about them. Not really. If people want to talk, but if they don't, that's fine, too.