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Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine a more dreary fate than to spend the rest of my life volunteering for them. All they do is take take take. There they are, always wanting me to buy something from them. Obviously, they never give an inch. They imagine me their slave, to be used to promote basically themselves and their own self-centered glory train. Always throwing boxes at me. Never getting a break. This gets very monotonous,

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I don't know if I remember correctly the story about the high school fight of those two boys, but I think she said there were other witnesses besides herself. You might ask the sereno-guard at the school entrance box. Maybe the authorities would know something more about that. You could always ask them.

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Why are these people always so mean to me? It doesn't make any sense. Why are they so expectant? I can't be my fault. So obviously you will ultimately fail to make any logical point.

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Was that Ann Campbell who was talking about family jewels? I don't remember that very clearly. The other girl was talking about how she was walking maybe on a sidewalk maybe near the school when she saw the two guys fighting, and maybe someone was there also and saw that. She was saying that she does not want to say anything about that so we respect her silence. We don't know anything about it anyway. I am just half a week away from graduating high school and packing to leave the country so obviously I have other things on my mind.

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I remember when I was younger at one time I had a small sign that I bought at a gift shop that said "Mental Ward" that I hung in my room until my mother made me throw it away. Yes, it sometimes seems as if I live in some place resembling that. Perhaps there would be a mental hospital somewhere where I could retire from society and thus not have to worry about all this garbage coding, just take sleeping pills and wait to die because that's what this means to me.

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Yes, well, maybe I am not perfect, but at least I never married some worthless idiot named Richard Klein of whom nothing is known. Anyway, that was Beverly's mistake, not mine. Better that I remain single than marry Mr. Wrong.

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Yes, I once threatened to kill my sister because she was so obnoxious but I relented and did not do that. So who is guilty of murder, the one says that they are going to kill but does not kill, or the one who did not say that but did kill? I think that the person who did the killing is the one who should be in prison, not me.