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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. 

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Yes, it was nice working there for a while, amazing to see the boss coming in after golf and/or backroom dealings at the golf course, loaded with assignments for the staff. Why were they complaining about that? I really did not get what specific conversation they were wanting to complain about later. It was just all a blur of work to me. I just wanted to go home and leave work at the office. 

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Yes, I really could not care less about your political plans. Needless to say. Not my problem. Especially given that I am not really a direct ancestor of that white girl Jemima Calkins, born 1730. I cannot really see that clearly, but most of us on this tree are white so it is probably a safe bet that Jemima Calkins also was probably a white girl, not that I care enough to go digging up ancient graves. Anyway, that was not my problem. Not really my chosen brand of maple syrup.  

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Yes, I do think that, whatever you may think about the individuals involved, that Professor Wilson's principle of serendipity outranks the pedantic mediocrities of the vicious Tinker, sorry to have to exaggerate this point so much. But whatever. At least with serendipity in possible operation, miracles could possibly happen, whereas Tinker is only an excuse for unlimited negativity so her idiotic rantings cab only deserve to be overlooked and ignored as irrelevant and unimportant in my case. 

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Yes, we recently noticed that the author was saying that he would like to run for president of Argentina, words that I noticed were faithfully imprinted on the Wikipedia website so there is a good chance that he might have actually said that, and sometimes say things that never come to fulfillment or fruition, especially while not living there, so just saying stuff about party animals does not mean very much. So whatever, that is no concern of mine whether you are planning to run for president for whatever party. I do not associate with political candidates of any sort. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember in that class, Mr. Wilson was talking about the value of serendipity. Sometimes odd things happen for whatever reason, coincidental circumstances, odd incidents of an unexpected sort, and that is fine. Yes, and my life has been riddled with various coincidental happenstances, so I am not sure what else there would be to say about that. Enough about that. 

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Yes, it is interesting to note that Grandpa Calkins' mother was a Collins. And, who knows, maybe Collins being probably a larger tree than Calkins, maybe you could have a better chance there of finding some ancestral connection to Jemima Collins. Who can say for sure? 

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Yes, I do think that the concept of the promise of change has always been a motivating factor in social and political terms, especially good change, not so much bad change. It is not so much generic change as good change, progress. So why not explore this topic more fully when my degree will have the words "current affairs" attached to it? I forget now what exactly I said about that. But anyway, I never was intended in performing as a hobby toy for Mr. Billionaire's vanity project, so, ho hum, what about that? 

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Yes, mind you, I was not accusing Donna of anything. Only if I am paying my half of the rent, I do not like feeling like a prisoner living in a jail cell, with this prison guard Donna snapping at every little thing. And I only lived there one year anyway, o she was only a minor figure of very little importance in my life overall. 

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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?