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Yes, I always did have a rather low opinion of Sergio, just another village idiot/college classmate whose opinions are of no concern to me. I really don't remember one thing about him so I cannot imagine that he would have anything intelligent to me. But, yes, I suppose that anyone trickster with a gun could pull some trigger and kill me. Killing is easy for cheaters, especially when there is no deterring punishment that they should fear. 

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I am trying to remember where it was that I saw Heather and her gang hanging around, whether it was the time that I was at the InterContinental Hotel playing miniature golf with my family, although at other times I am not sure where I was. The memory has faded into a fragment. There was just a moment of my seeing them and backing away unobtrusively hoping to remain unseen because I don't want to be involved in that.

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It does seem strangely exaggerated that my my 10th grade book report should become a national crisis. It was just a 10th grade book report, not a political manifesto. I probably just parroted some ideas that were in the book and also threw in a personal observation that probably wasn't all that applicable come to think of it, but when you are in the 10th grade you just want to complete class requirements without so much hassle. Some of the books that I did for 10th grade class were recommended by Miss Marken, such as, for example, Herman Hesse's "Beneath the Wheel." But I cannot remember whether "The Ugly American" was one of her recommendations or if I just found it in the school library and found it to be an interesting to read for some reason, even if of admittedly limited context in retrospect, because I always did read things that some other people would have found completely boring, because I really am too serious, probably, because anyway it was just a 10th grade book report. So? 

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Oh, was I supposed to say thank you for making me feel included in your private session to which I was not invited? If there weren't a touch of sarcasm in that sentiment, I would just have to vomit.

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Yes, when was that, in 9th grade, when I stumbled upon a group of some high school classmates somewhere looking sort of guilty about something. There was Heather and Lance and some other people, but I cannot remember what I said about that or to whom or if I did say anything. I really don't remember anything about that now. It could be that the surface appearance did not match the reality, but I really wouldn't know. No one ever explained anything. I supposed that I should just apologize for existing.

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I really cannot understand why all these New Yorkers were expecting me to go there. Just because the Broadway Mark cheaters were spreading some lies and disinformation, that does not mean that I am required to dignify that with any response, thus expending all my energies on a meaningless gimmick. Perhaps you would be surprised to learn that I am not so dumb that I cannot tell when someone is trying to pull my leg, but I am wiser than you may know to that type of angry humor.

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, I do not share your fond preference for Chile. I do not see why Chile should get a special word for itself. In fact, I think that all individuals should each get a special word that nobody else can guess. That and a white stone would make it fair for everybody, as the Book of Revelation says.. But as it is, it doesn't fair that Chile should get a special deal and me nothing just for having accidentally tripped on something. Chile is just too cruel for words. Needless to say.