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Anyway, it was merely coincidence that had Stephanie sitting at our table, and the fact that she was good friends with Patricia Sarravia. But there was nothing personal that I would want to discuss with her. She was very busy playing politics so, yes, I really could not explain to her right then anything that about what that did or did not mean to me. Yes, I remember that Raymond and some other people were at another table making a lot of noise but really Raymond was a rather dim bulb if you ask me.

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The Wilsons lived in El Salvador for one year, when I was maybe 10 years old, and I remember we were at their house one time for maybe a birthday party, because they had two daughters near our age, and I may not remember this very well, but I am thinking that Mr. Wilson stood me on a chair and said something about how he wanted to be my representative. Which was weird. Yes, what was that supposed to mean? How did I answer that other than maybe laugh? I did feel uneasy. I was only maybe 10 or 11 years old at the time so no valid contract could have been established by that. And what could be the effect of that other than to make his two daughters utterly loathe me and enable them to come to my house and smash all my toys? And do you really think I am so stupid that I would put any faith in the dreary Wilson bombers? The Bible says that there is a mountain that will fill the whole earth but I tend to think that Everett is not the name or the place. It is not really about that. That Wilson thing didn't mean very much to me. Personally, I would not want myself and my personal effects to be represented by those heavy-handed, ham-handed political people who are basically only looking to build on their own political capital at my expense. They never really do anything to help us. I can't even remember what exactly was said by whom but of course those crazy people would probably read into that much more than I could ever imagine possible.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I only tolerated those drearily obnoxious people, meaning Nelson and Regina Gonzalez, who were always so haughtily strutting themselves around here in Florida, so why would I want to go all the way to Texas to see their boring faces all over again. I really couldn't care less whatever happens to them. Maybe the AG could mail those Gonzalez fairy-fags a ticket to outer Siberia, but that would be such a mean thing for me to say, and then I would be the only one punished for all the dirty tricks they played on me behind my back, so obviously I never said that.

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Debbie Lange was a childhood friend who I had not since since age 12. When I returned to California during college I once visited her and almost the only thing that she said was to remark about how short I am. You see, she is very tall now and takes dancing lessons, which is a shocking thing to hear. Since when do we care about dancing? I haven't seen or heard from her since that one time.

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Ah yes, now I remember, you were talking about Edgar Allan Poe and making some points about how you are discontinuing that poet model due to an excessively introspective tendency to obsess on topics of a dark and occult nature. What does that have to do with me? I am not aware of myself being related to Poe. I don't know anything about that. We all read Poe's short stories as required reading in high school and they are dark and spooky but yet he contributed something to literature that is considered valuable by scholars even 200 years later so we really can't say that he didn't deserve to live or whatever was the point that you were trying to make about Poe. What? Poe ate too much? I couldn't quite understand what are these points you were making about Poe. So you are saying that we should look to fill a job position, not to be a Poe or a poet or a Po-ate? Ok, fine. So you think that I am too introspective? Well, if you are one of those boring Hondurans you really wouldn't understand. I could try to explain but you would only be confused.

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Someone was asking me if I remembered Ronald Aguilera. I vaguely remember the name as being someone who was attending our college. I remember seeing him maybe once or twice, mainly I remember that he performed in the talent show with Sharon Whetstone, who was his fiancee at the time, a duet by Sonny and Cher, "I Got You Babe." However, I never really had any personal contact with him so there is nothing else that I can tell you about him. You told me that he was from Honduras. Oh, I didn't know that. Although I recognize the name, I couldn't care less about these boring people. Ok, basically, I thought the Ronald was maybe a blithering idiot, but that wouldn't be a nice thing for me to say about anybody. I won't really need this Honduran scum for anything.

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Yes, personally I wouldn't base all my theology on a fictional story written by Salarrué even though he is a very famous author in El Salvador. Sometimes it is better not to put a famous author's personal foibles under a microscope lest you find an unpleasantly unexpected surprise. I mean, another well-known short story he wrote tells of a Mayan Indian crucified, literally, physically, as the Black Christ, but that is also a fictional tale, although who can say whether there was some kernel of truth about that somewhere in the distant past on which to base a fictional piece, not to mention the Catholic relics of Guatemala, but we are Protestants so we don't pay too much attention to that. That said, there is no reason to imagine that we ever had access to the Family Feud records of the Bueno family until you recently started playing them online. Oh, I didn't know that. It is my opinion that you cannot use a fictional story to convict me of a fictional crime so just breaking records will not solve this problem. That would be wrong. That just won't fly in a court of law, one would think. We knew that they had previously lived many years in Chile but they had not discussed with us the border conflicts of 19th century Argentina and its variant street language permutations. So obviously it really wasn't about them. I don't even remember what it was about other than the beautiful scenery enjoyed on a nature hike.