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Yes, another puzzling thought about high school is to consider whether our scientific genius classmate Alfredo, Einstein's alter ego, had or not attended the scandalous party featuring Stephanie. I would not know because I was not there, and would have no hope of explaining anything about that, but perhaps various other persons in our classroom were there and could provide more detailed information about what really happened there, because hammering me on this topic is obviously a mere distraction that prevents people from putting the focus back on the party-goers all of whom obviously were not me, so obviously I cannot say who they actually were because I forget most of their names. I only remember the classroom drama that occurred after the party, not the actual party.

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Yes, one can easily imagine that those vulgar disgusting repugnant Portuguese might have some rude and crude remark to make about Grace Madigan, the Irish woman who was for seven years married to Freitas Henriques, yet without children. She lived another 14 years after his suicidal death, before dying of Bright's disease of the kidneys, looking at the documental evidence. Ok, whatever. How much Portuguese language could she speak? Probably not much. Without children, obviously she could not lay much claim to the treasures of the Azores in future generations. Probably their thought would have proceeded sort of along those lines. Her claim to fame had ended with Bright's disease. Ok, fine. Life is short and then you die.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that one of my cousin David's favorite TV shows was "Dark Shadows," although I could barely watch a few minutes of that, it was so boring, I could not understand why he was so into that. Later he moved to San Francisco and got into many other things, Eastern religions and who knows what else, but anyway he has been gone for more than 30 years now, so there is not much more that I could say about things I cannot remember.

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Yes, this is awkward, you trying to make me take the fall for Molly, poor thing. Yes, Molly may have the police record, for having participated in various protest events, whereas I did not have the police record because I was not that kind of girl. Molly was in a class of mine but I was only in school to prepare for something better than that. For some of these people, such as Molly, they take these causes so personally, too personally if you ask me, almost as if that were a personal experience of theirs, whereas I am only studying this problem from an analytical point of view, because, anyway, that wasn't my problem. But when so many people are burning down the town, probably someone should be studying this problem and what should be done about it. Lori K. was talking loudly about Molly.

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Yes, it is unfortunate that my cousin David died in about 1989. He would have remembered more about what my grandfather was saying about Thomas More because anyway I only overheard a little bit of what they were talking about. My cousin David might have had some other things to say about that later in terms of opinion and commentary, but unfortunately, he died, and after you die, you cannot come back and explain in more detail about that. You are just gone. Sad to say, but Thomas More's head and body are buried in separate places, and although there may be pieces of Thomas More circulating somewhere, anyway, history has already put its final word on the topic. There is nothing more to say. What will be revealed after the resurrection is not for us to say in this earthly place.

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Yes, how ridiculous, you think that because your surname is "Flags," that you are somehow related to me and thus have something to say to me. Looks like we will need to keep the Florence book on file if only to clean your clock.

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Yes, I was surprised to be hearing all of this ridiculous ranting from clueless Wendy, who is apparently a devout Catholic, because anyway, why else would you ally yourself with those people who are trying to reattach the head of Thomas More and overturn the kingly will of Henry VIII, as if that were the whole point of the Protestant Reformation, rather than merely one of those happenstances of history that somehow worked ultimately for the good of Christianity in spite of itself. I cannot imagine myself needing to say something about that.