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Yes, I do seem to recall that my two-headed Push-Me-Pull-You talking stuffed animal toy, part of Dr. Doolittle's menagerie, was among the items that disappeared from my closet during the time that Antonia was our maid. Toña was a surly mean-spirited person with a sullen aspect. It will be remembered that my mother fired the maid Toña after she found in the maid's room a suitcase stuffed full of stolen things that she was preparing to leave with. It was not because we were particularly attached to such inanimate objects that the maid was fired. It was because we had learned by sad experience that Antonia "Toña" could not be trusted to be set loose in our house while we were not at home. So not to be mean or anything like that but your campaign to gain sympathy for Antonia will ultimately accomplish not much other than kill me in the process, as if a maid deserves to replace a daughter. I cannot possibly imagine what happened to Antonia after that, whether she found another job or whatever, but I imagine that perhaps her life was difficult  because we certainly could not be counted on to give her a good reference. It's not like I am angry with her still but these matters are out of my control. Not to be mean or anything, but your efforts to reduce me to the level of Antonia will ultimately not succeed. Dreary horrid Antonia was only the hired help so we are not required to listen to her verbal darts all of the time. We can disregard and dispose of Antonia. Obviously we cannot say the same thing about our stupid family members.

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Yes, there really ought to be some nice and polite way for me to explain that I am actually not interested in socializing with those prison trash whiners Jack and Lisa. There ought to be some nice and polite way for me to explain to Max that his butt was kicked to the curb at least as far as I am concerned because although Max barks very loudly, he has no legal documentation to back that up. There ought to be some nice and polite way for me to explain that I have no knowledge and no personal connection whatever to Mexico, although I did live there for one year. Those Mexicans third graders were sort of mean to me when they suddenly attacked this little white girl without warning for no particular reason, just that I am white. I don't remember much. Mexico is a scary place. I never made any promises and I never will. It all depends.

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Yes, the tenant farmer will tell us when — the scheduled day and hour — when it will be most appropriate for the gas and oil inspectors to conduct their occasional test of the land's underground mineral prospects. However, it is not for the tenant farmer to refuse the test. You will allow access for the test. The law allows for access to the land, giving the tenant farmer some discretion in the scheduling of the test so as not to interfere with the harvesting of the crops or whatever it is that farmers are doing there, whether or not they actually own it or are only renting. If you are renting, the property owner may play some role in making the arrangements with you. I really don't have a very clear picture of that or any direct connection to it. I am not connected to the farmer so I really wouldn't know. Neither am I the one who has commissioned the testing, nor am I the rights holder who would be paid a lease fee by the gas and oil people. So all of this commotion is just a huge and meaningless distraction to me. So if some political busybodies are poking their noses into your personal life and ransacking your house that wouldn't be us. That is all I can say about that. I cannot promise you that there are not political busybodies out there doing that but I doubt that I would be able to help you with that any time soon. I have no control in these matters. It's just the system.

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I must say that I had no role whatsoever in the disappearance of Lisa but I cannot be sorry that she is gone, or at least that she is not here. Do you really think that I am so stupid as to not realize that Lisa is trashing me behind my back all over the place? I know what the Bible says about how I should do good to those who persecute me, and Lisa certainly does quality as a persecutor of me, so I am obligated by Christian duty not to say anything publicly about that Lisa and her wicked ways. And yet I cannot help but overhear these verbal darts launched at me by Lisa. It is just a constant rain of verbal darts from Lisa and her people and yet as a Christian I am just supposed to smile and pretend that everything is just Okie-dokie. As if. Ha!

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Yes, I vaguely recall that that in college there was a cheerleader named Grace, one of those Asian people who think that everyone should look uniformly brown and black or risk being ridiculed as a ludicrously multi-colored blue-eyed white person. Grace was from Hawaii, a boring state of no interest to me, a place that I have never visited. Maybe I did make the mistake of saying something to Grace about Hawaii. Whatever. So much water under the bridge. Anyway, personally, I am not against vacationing in Hawaii if that is what you where you want to go. Judging from photos, I am sure that there is much tropical vegetation there to provide beautiful tropical scenery. Nevertheless, there are 49 other states in the United States of equal importance, all deserving of my equal attention for other reasons and Hawaii is a late-coming dependent of the Union, not a key foundation stone of it. Hawaii might be a beautiful place to live even for a few years, as some of my relatives did, but I have never been there so I really wouldn't know anything about that, nor would I care much about learning more about that insignificant state when 49 other states are so much more important to me. I really don't care that much about Hawaii. I suppose that if someone offered me a job there I would not be averse to living there for a while, but I doubt that I would stay there permanently. Heaven is my home, I'm just passing through, as the song says.

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I think it might have been Anna, a Latina and former employee at Vida Publishers who briefly attended the CLC church for a short time, who once sang at CLC, "God Will Make A Way." She left this area and moved to Texas where she was attending T.D. Jake's church there the last I heard. I haven't heard anything else about Anna since she moved away to Texas. Sometimes God makes a way for people to move to Dallas, which seemed to work for Anna, while Dallas might be a place of no interest to others such as myself. I really wouldn't know anyone there. Dallas sounds to me like just another lonely miserable place that I could go but probably never will.

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Anyway, I could not care less what that mental retard Byron does with his pathetic life. He was nothing but a complete stranger to me, and anyway North Carolina is not a state of interest that I should let those cloghoppers throw me around, as if I ever had any connection there, which I obviously never did.

Speaking of poetry, I think that if I did have a husband I might want my children to resemble him at least in part. But anyway, Byron was never my husband that he should have any rightful claim to negate or deny this point in any respect. He was only a stupid cheater who never had any rightful claim on me, nor will his writings ever gain any literary prizes with such a stupid attitude so prominently on display.