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Yes, oh, is that Elaine Foley I see draping herself alluringly all over Rusty's grand piano? But when did I ever have a conversation with that thing, whatever that was? I just have no idea what was their private arrangement with Kathy Murray and her brother. I can only hope they don't bother me later because they just were not that important to me. I do not want to have to say anything about them anyway, so shut up already. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember that you were threatening to go to my publisher and have me fired if I do not follow in lockstep with your political views. That was weird. Have they no democracy in your Armenidan homeland? Weird. 

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 Yes, I vaguely remember when I was working in Boca, in the 1990s, that I was talking on the phone to someone who was telling me that Mark Foley was the great hope for the Republican future in Florida. That might have been true at the time, but it sounds sort of stale being reviewed by phone hackers who cannot seem to correctly label who was saying what. Of course, it goes without saying that Mark was later shown to be more of a political liability than a "help," according to whatever can be read in the media or Internet sources, so enough said about that. Obviously it is probably not good to put too much faith in these various hotshot stars. Next.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that on more than one occasion they were claiming me as their "sister," which later makes me sort of wonder when did I claim him as a "brother in the Lord"? However, I might have said that about some fictitious personage while performing in some imaginary scenario, at a past stage in my early junior high history and emotional development, but anyway I was not actually talking to him, I forget now who I was talking to or why. But forget about the imaginary scenarios, if he wants to take it that way, fine, go ahead and do the knee-jerk opposite of whatever I say and see if I cared that much about the imaginary guy that I was sending away from me anyway. 

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Yes, those were some strange mutterings from that guy who, anyway, everybody knows he likes to pull your leg, so obviously that is just another lousy joke. Needless to say. Obviously. But I am growing weary of these leg-pulling tall tales that are getting scarier and scarier, not my cup of tea, but I am no craven coward, so there obviously are many other shops out there, so I should probably shop around before I make any firm commitment to anything.   

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Yes, I have to confess, that at work, when Betty Nelander asked if I had registered yet, I was not quite sure what she meant by that. Have I registered to vote? Well, yes, I have my voter registration card in hand should I need to use that occasionally, if that is what you are saying. Beyond that, I forget. It did not mean that much to me origionally.  

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Yes, i vaguely remember meeting them at some eatery enar Hollywood area. I forget how the subject of Indians came up, but since we were so close it was a short drive over there to drive the loop of two or three blocks in Hollywood that is basically sort of a separate country from the U.S., because it is an Indian reservation. I might have driven through there a few times, usually on the way to somewhere else. I dn not smoke so there is no reason for me to shop there.