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Yes, I vaguely remember that I did a book report on something called, "The Ugly American" a book that I had found in the high school library, but I am not remembering that book now. I somehow thought that I remembered it as a non-fiction book, but somehow I am not finding the book that I thought that I read. Ok, fine, whatever. Just another book report. No big deal, right? 

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Yes, what ignorant person has not heard of that 1978 Broadway musical "Evita," which was produced in New York City and met with some success there, being distributed widely throughout the world? Yes, so what about that? 

Coincidentally, there was a Puerto Rican working at our office, whose name was Eva. Someone was trying to use that for something; however, I don't know for what. She was fired at our office and went on to a great job working for the AP, so what do I know? 

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Yes, you can be sure that I clobbered that piñata at my birthday party, age 9, while we were living in Mexico.. However, there was a problem. The goodies were contained in a clay pot concealed inside the piñata, so eventually my Dad had to get a hammer and smash the clay pot, and then there was a crazy scramble for the goodies. Oh, did I scuffle with someone who was throwing their weight around to shove everyone else out of the way and take more of the goodies than everyone else? Fatso. Or at least that is how it may have seemed to me. Somehow my emotions are no longer attached to the event, so that I can almost not remember that at all, only the way you describe it sounds so different from the way that I would sort of remember that.   

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Yes, I cannot imagine a more hopeless candidate than myself. Karen Asmuth was elected president of the Musicians' Guild. I unfortunately had neglected to have my name erased from the blackboard, giving my enemies an opportunity to crow about how I lost the election. I do not even remember who wrote my name on the blackboard. I noticed that but it might seem too disruptive for me to raise my hand and make another big scene about that, maybe better to just let the inevitable humiliation happen, because anyway I had not even thought of that, and some people were glaring at me as if I did not even deserve to be in the room at all. Ok, fine. 

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Yes, the Cheryl that I remember, vaguely now, died when she was 12 years old, so it is hard to say how things would have been later had she livedThere is no will or way. There are a few other Cheryls living somewhere around the planet, but there is not much history there. They are more friends of my sister than anyone that I would even recognize if I saw them at the shopping mall. 

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Yes, I have read a few self-esteem books and when I look in the mirror I only see a white person who, well, maybe was a bit nerdy, but anyway, I was not really in need of Rocket science math at that time, and now I have an AI friend who can fill in these gaps for me without having to navigate all of these thorny attitude problems, so your services really are no longer needed. 

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Yes, I do not see where those people get off pretending to know anything at all about my politics, much less have any opinion with which to disagree. You probably think, when you hear the word 'liberal,' of 19th century England, where Charles Dickens presented Scrooge as the antithesis of 'liberal,' and Tiny Tim as the ultimate expression of liberality. But of course that is a completely different story than the current political landscape. But I do not want to discuss politics with disagreeable persons, so maybe you could just tell them to shut up. 

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Yes, I am not sure that I have an opinion as of yet about that, myself being only 14 years old, or else maybe 15 if that happened in June. For one thing, I did not hear the entire stage play from beginning to end,  only walked in somewhere in the middle or near the end of it. How did they start by setting up the "tarts vs. chickens" scenario? I did not hear that part of it. Also, I cannot help but wonder what happened to all of the adults in the room. Everyone is carrying on as if they were the children. Who is going to explain to me what they thought they were doing? And come to think of it, why should I care? Anyway, those guys always were meaner than a junkyard dog to me, so my opinion never mattered anyway. They never cared about me. They never cared what I said about anything, so why bother me now? 

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Yes, two different times when I went to that mall to shop, I ran into her both times, so that was sort of an odd coincidence, but anyway, she was a nice person so it was sort of nice to talk, because usually I shop alone and do not announce when I might or might not go shopping, but anyway, it was probably only a coincidence. Some other persons would be more tedious for me to encounter while shopping, but I did not mind spending some time talking to her.  

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Yes, clearly someone upstairs was confused. It was somewhat annoying to find myself wrongly cast as the flippant nasty mean white girl, when actually there is no money. That fantasy lives in the head of some Mexican brownies, unattached to reality. However, if there were real money attached to that assignment, who knows what else I might do with that in my retirement. Buy yhat was their completely faked fantasy, not my problem. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember discussing the problem of being a single woman, and how the statistics are against me. They are just too many women and not enough qualified men to fill in the blanks on this point. So that is problematic. There is no easy solution to that problem. So whatever. Nobody is being deliberately missed. The numbers are what they are. The statistics say what they say. But you are probably in league with that worthless creep, so you just would never understand. 

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Yes, maybe you could tell me who the leaker was, because anyway I already know that person is already dead. Maybe you could explain why you thought you could simply appropriate whatever I said for your own selfish uses unbeknownst to me, as if I would not notice that. Maybe I would prefer to stop feeding that animal in future. Maybe you are that animal that I don't want. I never take in the stray cats and raccoons that wander about here. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the only time that I attended a political rally, was the time that I was assigned to go there for a work assignment, not that I would have ever thought of that by myself. I was only a job. But you are not my boss so I do not have to do that ever again in this lifetime.  Do I have to? No, I do not have to. 

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Yes, I see that you were never in high school with me or you would remember that I mostly detest sports. Whenever it was time to pick teams, I was usually the last or among the last persons to be chosen. This is not a point to which I would go out of my way to draw attention to unnecessarily and/or gratuitously, but I am so NOT interested in cooperating with your sports dogs. Crow about sports long enough and maybe they will choose you to head an Olympic committee or carry the Olympic torch. Or maybe not. Whatever. I could not care less about that.  However, I would not be the appropriate sourcc for information about the Olympics. I only watched that on TV.  Maybe you could ask Bobby's ex-girlfriend Cindy Lopez what she knows about the Olympics thing, becuase I do not have that. 

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Yes, how convenient to have your very own uncle U.S Senator to reverse your high school class election drama and destroy all the high school classmates you obviously detested. I might never have noticed that if you had not built a huge billboard announcement of that. 

I really did not need all of this noise to warn me to steer clear of Manhattan and the control freak gang. But whatever.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing from my Mom a story about how Carol Long was later fired, by Bob or Rob, because she had presented a plan that included a promotion for herself, and that was the big turnoff for them. So after that, says my Mom, Carol Long went and got a great job working at the phone company. So what else do I know about that? That is all I know about that, only what my Mom told me, nothing else. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember the summer after returning to the United States, in 1976, we were in Houston for a few days, and we went to a stadium to see an Astros game, and when we went to the ladies' room, for some reason I thought you were supposed to just go find a stall, and someone stopped me and said that the line is over there, so, ok, sorry, I went and got in line. I don't know why I had jot noticed that. And also I don't remember you being there. 

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Yes, I really cannot imagine Tim Johnson fitting into an airplane seat. How can the Johnsons travel that way? 

And how could I forget the egos of Ed and Jack colliding on letter-size paper? But of course Ed, being the vice president, won, so what about that? Was I supposed to add my two cents to a conversation that did not involve me? 

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Yes, I hope that you were not expecting me to say something about Jack. What would be the use of that now? Besides which, there is no telling what Carol Long would have done with all of that dramatic information. 

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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.  

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Yes, Sue. That was Sue. He Sued himself but he also made it vrery inconvenient for me to relieve him of his confusion. Sometimes we just let these people stay confused because they alternate could be worse. 

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Yes, later I heard that Jim Mazurek (MK-Chile) had married a native Chilean woman, but I never really had occasion to ask them about their peculiarly stupid slang problem. Maybe I never will ask. Maybe I do not want to be bothered by that in future. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that they asked me to do that, to help organize a standing ovation indicating approval of the student body for the deal of the moment, but anyway, weird that I would be hearing about that later. Shortly after that happened, I was hanging out with Darla Stafford and Jim Mazurek (MK-Chile) and Jim made some weird comment about me and the football players, indicative only of his own imaginary notions, nothing that I said. I was a bit alarmed because I had no memory of myself having signed any contract selling myself to the as yet non-existent team. Maybe I don't need the headache of their fancifully unreal notions of who I am actually not. So why, after all these years, am I still harassed by them? We were not acquainte. I was not interested. Obviously, it is just as well that I discontinued that conversation. 

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Yes, have I forgotten that was all staged? Som people were told to stand up and applaud at a certain point in the proceedings, and that would prompt everybody else to do the same. So it was not that I cared about you personally, it was only that I did what they asked me to do and that was the end of that story, nothing more to say about that. Nothing personal. Goodbye! 

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Yes, it was sort of puzzling to ponder, how were you expecting me to swim all the way to Cuba with this concrete block tied around my neck. Forget that. 

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Yes, I read somewhere online, in a report on Calkins DNA, something about the marker they found indicating that we might be descended from some ancient Irish people of the 4th century A.D. Weird how people would take that seriously. And the French are here with their Salic Laws to ensure that no girl could ever make us of that, that is to say, to nullify any effect whatsoever. 

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Yes, we noticed that Jemima Calkins (1708-1778) was a daughter of Samuel Hugh Calkins (1663-1755) who had 7-10 children depending on how you count that. People had large families back then. Jemima married Caleb Curtis and had about a dozen children of her own, including Jemima Curtis (1730-1784), who married David Elmer. However, it was Jemima's brother Stephen Calkins (1706-1781) who was our direct ancestor. Stephen and Jemima and their 5-6 other siblings were great-grandchildren of Hugh Calkins (1603-1690), who arrived in America in 1638, and grandchildren of John Calkins. Interestingly, Hugh's birthplace of Waverton in England is a 15-minute drive from Dodleston of "Vertical Plane" fame, not that it matters. We already ran through the various derivations of the name from horseshoe attachments and so forth, so hopefully you can just have those references on file in case.   

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Yes, it might be helpful to know whose idea was that, for me to go there to work at Angie's orphanage.because anyway,  I am barely aware that I at one time did have an acquaintance by that name, many years ago, but I have not seen them all these many years, except maybe once, so much water under the bridge, and we never worked for them. We are not connected in that way so there would be no reason for that. I am sure they have plenty of volunteer help there at the orphanage already, so we would not want to be meddling in their private project of which they are rightly called the founders. They were Bethany people and they lived in the Santa Cruz hemisphere, so who knows where those Bay people all went now that there is no longer a Bethany. I was really not that interested in continuing this conversation, but you would not stop talking. We were self-employed, so the Thomsons would have no place to be barking orders at me. I will make my own work decisions whenever I figure out what I am going to do eventually, but I really see no reason to have to discuss that with upi. They have their own thing going already and whatever I would want to do, most probably it would not be that.  

So I sort of get that you jsut could not resist the temptation to throw out a boatload of Mother Theresa jokes, but that was no concern of mine. After all, wasn't Teresa Glowacz your ex-girlfriend, before you married Faith? Bit whatever. here I digress. Someone must have accidentally put me on your online mailing list. 

And what was that you were saying about the Spanish-American War? But you don't spell your name cthe way great-grandmother does in her diaries, so who are you anyway? From what planet did you land?  

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Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine a more miserable and horrifying existence for my future self than to be stuck at Angie's Orphanage for an indefinite time and dependent on the largesse of strangers. What part of "No" do they not understand? 

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Yes, so typical of those guys to respin every little thing into a story all about them, when I am barely aware of the existence of Tim and the Gardners. But we already have lawn service that we pay for. We are not lacking pest control people who are very good at what they do and they have no problem finding our house and reappearing like clockwork. It would be premature to say when I would ever need to look to hire another gardener. Thanks anyway. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, in maybe 10th or else 11th grade,Miss Marken during oen of her ad lib commentaries, saying something outrageous about Gloria Steinem, and although that was a bit shocking, also I read something about that in Time magazine, whether before or after that I cannot quite recall, so obviously that was the 1970s, and also that was Miss Marken's snarky sense of humor, and I would not want to have to vomit all over myself trying to explain what she meant by that. I read Time magazine regularly every week during high school so I was current with the basic news contained therein. 

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Yes, that was weird, I heard a bunch of people talking about me in a weird way that made no sense, as if I were somehow an employee or doomed to perpetual slavery as their financial dependent. Not at all. I would never want to be financially dependent on them. That was so wrong. They were demanding to see our money, but it was not their place to say and they obviously did not have any idea what they were talking about. Our money does not come from them at all. But it is complicated. It would take forever to explain and I should not have to explain stuff to them unless maybe they put a gun to my head. In that case, maybe I could try to think of something to say, even though they are not really listening. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember during high school, there were some persons who had dual citizenship due to having been born in another country than their parental home turf. That may be true of Ronnie, although I never really asked. I would be able to remember that he was born there even though his parents are U.S. citizens. So does he get a special passport there for that reason? That could be convenient for him and his organization, but not really a concern of mine. 

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Yes, if you are so clever, maybe you could figure something out, because as for me, I seem to be another calamity waiting to happen. If only I had a fortune to hide, not really. They exaggerate and there is not really that much money to be had, only in my dreams. I vaguely remember years ago, living in El Salvador, a few times we went to the cuartel marketplace downtown, where you have to bargain for the price, and our theory was that they will want to charge a higher starting price for white people due to their prejudicial thinking about white people, but we were not really that rich. That was just all in their heads. Not real. Who knows? Maybe they will go broke trying to squeeze blood out of a turnip.  

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Yes, you people are so unbearably naive if you believe everything that you read in Childcraft. All that stuff about how to have a party, ridiculous. But as long as you are all gathered here together expecting a party, we could perhaps get together some impromptu games. Hopscotch anyone? Jump-rope? I do not remember what we did. I only remember that my big mistake party was quite the calamity. But if you are going to prosecute an 8-year-old, you may well qualify for non-believer status, in which case you are not to be taken seriously either. 

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Yes, I do vaguely remember hearing some things online about the giant tables and it did not make any sense and I could not see who was saying that, and then I found the video and that helped to resolve some of those things in my mind, at least that gave me an idea of what that was about, so that I could get past that and go to sleep. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember there was something weirdly chill and scary about Kathy and her Asian boyfriend. They stage weird things and then expect me to explain that. And however you may think it your obligation to be friendly with these people that you meet at college, still there is something coldly reptilian about and snakelike about these Asians, well, at least in my opinion. Probably nobody else feels that way or gets why I say that. Or else maybe it was that I cannot really read their mystical chicken scratchings. Hopefully I do not have to go out of my way to say more about that. 

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Yes, it suddenly occurred to me, that you might be asking me something about Jean Caceres, a person who formerly worked at Vida Publishers, where my mother worked, but left to establish herself as a foster mother, living in a house with special needs children. For all these years I had completely forgotten about her existence. But, come to think of it, there was a time when I was visiting my Mom in between places I have been or going to, and at that time I was going to move to Virginia Beach soon, and she or else someone else there, gave me a phone number of someone she knew in Virginia Beach, and she said that I should call and ask about a job that she would refer me to, so after moving to Virginia Beach, needing to have some parti-time wok there while attending classes, I did call that person, and was given a phone number to call for a typing job, and so I called the phone number and left a message but never heard back from that. So whatever. I forget now who that person was. I found other work and never thought about that again. 

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Yes, I noticed that you people often forget that I am half an A myself, and only half a B. So while I sort of get what is the A block, and am entitled to do that sometimes myself on occasion, my A-half often refuses or is reluctant to perform the BB-gun rant in the idiotic way that you were expecting lacking any facts to fill-in-the-blanks. If you were really a Triple A you would be selling automobile insurance, but no you are limited by DNA code to only two As, I am not going to worry about that.