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Yes, well, you know very well that the answer to that question is no, I never bought anything from Anne. I vaguely remember that she spontaneously of her own accord, without any prompting from me, was chattering about the family jewels, but I don't see where that has anything to do with me. I never had any family jewels worth mentioning. I had thought that she was talking in the context of a fight that had apparently occurred between some students of our school, which was news to me, because I had not heard any other thing about that before or since. But if you have some other interpretation, feel free to explain yourself. But of course, if you want to play the role of Nebuchadnezzar and wait for me to fill in the blanks without first being provided with any relevant or helpful information, well, you can just sit there waiting until kingdom come as far as I am concerned, because I freely admit to not knowing one other thing about that, and furthermore I really do not care that much that I should be bothered with matters that might easily kill me over nothing much, so I am just going to ignore all of these unreasonable people.

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Yes, it was somewhat uncomfortable being in the same high school class as these Italians whose agenda involves the formidable task of rehabilitating the reputation of these Italian fascists who were fighting against the Allied forces during World War II, but who are now fighting on our side so that nobody should be holding that against them. That issue was not pressing on my mind at the time, besides which I don't remember myself ever being a huge fan of Woody Guthrie and his music. He wrote some songs that are classics of American music, such as "This Land is Your Land," and other songs not so much, as for example, "This Machine Kills Fascists." And who am I to argue with an iconic songwriter of American folk music? And what are we going to say about those WWII cartoons denigrating Hitler? Wartime propaganda was what it was.

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Yes, I am often hearing references to the embassy, which is way out of my mind. I sometimes imagine that I am being attacked by them, which is ridiculous. Why would the embassy people be attacking the U.S. citizens such as myself? Was there a law requiring me to care about Kelly Eliott? Ick! I don't understand why they always seem so hostile, but whatever. Why should I stick my neck out first? Let them say hello to me and then we can talk about that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember becoming aware, while leafing through the high school yearbook after my senior year, that the name of Wilson was tacked on to the end of the name of classmate Jaime Sol, which means perhaps that his mother was a Wilson, an American perhaps. Interesting that I had never noticed that throughout the four years of high school, and also no one ever mentioned that to me during high school, that I should ever have any conversation on this point, or any occasion to ask any question about whether he is distantly related to Everett Wilson, whose family were acquaintances of ours during the one year that they lived in El Salvador while Mr. Wilson was writing his doctoral thesis or book about the history of El Salvador, although that was during our first term. I might have been 9 or 10 years old at that time, I don't remember very much about them.

More recently I see online that the Wilsons are wanting to be the sole representatives of the United States in El Salvador, while throwing me to the Sol side, as if I would even know what to say about all of this unnecessary and unforeseen widgetizing. And what is Jaime supposed to do about that, given that his father might be one of those Persian immigrants? Was he supposed to fight against the great and mighty Uncle Sam, a la Don Quixote tilting at windmills? Absurd. I don't think that he was that stupid. He was a very high achieving student actually. I would imagine that he probably just doesn't want to be bothered to comment unnecessarily about these matters that have not yet been presented in the best light.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you sent someone to accuse me of being a clone of Jane Austen. And I remember saying, in response to your questioning, that actually I had not read any of Jane Austen's books, although the name sounded familiar as being that of a famous author. Of course, since that time I have read some of her books, or at least I can say that I have seen some of the movies. Even so, you will not be successful in reconnecting me to something that I was not originally connected to. Strange that you should take such delight in making my life utterly miserable. I am way past that now. Also, I do remember that Linda Harrington, who was my sister's housemate at one time, was very fond of reading those Regency romance books of which she had a collection. She inspired me to read some of those also, but enough of that. I was cured of that.

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Yes, I vaguely remember hearing online, something about Jane saying that she was kicking me around and playing tricks behind my back. The last time I saw her was when she and Sammy were working at that church in Orlando, under Mark Rutland, who well deserved to end up in Atlanta, where that type of Southern cutesy puke gets respect, not here. I don't need that junk here.

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Now there's a fine howdy-do, a sweeping mandate of table oversight without any attached funding and without any authority or position to back up and confirm any decision I might make about that. As the Bible often reminds me, if I can't take it with me, for what do I need this major headache?