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Yes, there was a time when I had thought of going outside to play games with those people, maybe Kenton and some other guests, but my mother would not give me permission to go outside to play games with them. Sorry about that, I was so depressed about that, but anyway my mom says that when I grow up I will be able to look back at the distant past and laugh at some of the crazy things that I did as a child, now that I am an adult. I was only eight years old at the time, but I still had to be punished for being so stupid as to not first asking my parents' permission.

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Yes, why did the Sawords adopt that horrid little monster Jackie? It wouldn't matter so much if those Canadian people weren't making so much noise, but Jackie is almost completely unhinged from any reality that has anything to do with me. There is almost no connection here to Jackie.

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Yes, you stupid people have only yourselves to blame for stupidly mistaking me for some nasty rich girl. I have a hard time feeling guilty for your own stupid nonsense. Where is all this imaginary phony money? Did I ask to be born who I am? Get stupid your stupid Canadian butt off my back. I don't look anything like her? What, are you blind?

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Yes, It is always a bit awkward being mistaken for our high school classmate who is a Jehovan's Witness. For religious reasons she cannot stand for patriotic displays such as national anthems nor be sworn in as a witness in court. Whether she later converted to some other box, I have not heard much. I only remember the box that she occupied during high school, at least the way I heard it originally.

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Yes, I seem to get the idea that you are probably bound to defend the curses and false accusations that were spread around by Jeanie, who has some huge chip on her shoulder, as I heard online. I am not fond of your village politics. Being aware of "The Lottery," a short story by Shirley Jackson that puts a negative spin on the idea of "winning," I don't need to win. I can live just fine without "winning" her type of game.

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Yes, I remember hearing that David was planning to cast me in the role of Miss Haversham of "Great Expectations," the jilted woman and elderly spinster who sits there eternally contemplating her mouldering wedding cake. Hmmm.... Thanks (sarcastically0! But how can I protest against some errant man who I never  liked that much anyway, to be really honest about that. I don't feel so much jilted as accidentally stuck in someone else's melodramatic soap opera. I have probably done that to other people myself on occasion, so I can't say too much about it. But after all, isn't my head full of those Bronté novels that I read during high school? Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, the crazy ex-wife meets Heathcliff. Charlotte Brontë was certainly a genius writer, even if the so-called reality she stitched together was somewhat depressing and nonsensical. Makes you glad to be born after the 19th century, so that all of that stuff is just ancient history to be studied analytically for its lack of common sense. And whoever heard of Jane Austen? Actually I had never read any Jane Austen, but now that I have, I see that she speaks wittily of the financial constraints of maintaining a role in genteel society. And now that I know that is just all about blood type, a fluke of blood chemistry, I can be aware that I don't have to take the disappointment so personally. It's just the system.

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Yes, I vaguely remember when I first came home to the United States after graduating from high school, and we were at my aunt's house in the Bay Area and talking to my cousin Richard, and he had some records and a record player, and I was welcome to play one of them, or he played something for us, I don't remember in what order that happened, but we were listening to a song that was saying something about "Bye bye Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry, and good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye and saying this will be the day that I die" etc. etc. So that was a rock song that I was hearing played on the record player, but don't know much else about it. There used to be a theory about not really being able to decipher the lyrics, but then again sometimes I do remember some of the words, even if they don't make any sense.