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Anyway, it is perfectly legal to quote any book you want as long you attribute it to its source. Thus, you really should be thanking Google for helping to level the playing field, thus neutralizing the artificially purchased advantages of foreign invaders who sometimes forget that we are all equals under the law, unless you are planning to cancel the bill of rights. Needless to say.

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Yes, there is really nothing of a personal nature that I would need to discuss with Miss Knox. She probably has her own life there ministering in the peasant village of Yuma, but somehow I don't think that she would understand anything about my life. I could probably say something similar about Bruce Broccoli in Tucson. I am not hugely fond of broccoli, just another vegetable that our parents forced us to eat at a young age, not something that we would choose for ourselves. Broccoli is tolerated only when well cooked and smothered in cheese sauce. Otherwise, Arizona is so boring.

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I rode back to college on a bus and called the dorm and maybe Dauna answered the phone and someone volunteered to go to downtown Santa Ana to get me, so that was nice of them to do that. Otherwise I would have had to maybe pay for a taxi or try to find a city bus or something.

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Yes, who were those girls who were living with Dina Knox in Yuma? I really don't remember their names. One day I went with them to a county fair and we rode on a type of ferris wheel, but of elliptical shape, and there were so few people at the fair waiting in line that the operator kept it running for what seemed like a very long time, longer than expected, and then when I got off that I was feeling somewhat dizzy but I don't remember anything else about the fair. When I was younger I had more endurance for amusement park rides but I am too old for that now.

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Yes, I do remember reading something about the unique coding of the human fingerprint, and also the palm of the hand, without which one imagines it possibly would be difficult to get the movie rolling. So how cruel is that, to punch holes in the hands? Who would have thunk such a thing? I cannot even imagine what you were thinking.

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While I was at journalism school in Virginia, someone from Concerned Women for America invited me to some sort of party where we all sat around processing forms or post cards for some sort of petition drive. So I accepted the invitation to attend the CWA post card party but I can't remember any other details of that. It was a matter of copying whatever they provided for us to say about something of a political nature.

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During the time that I was at SCC, a small college in California, my former 6th grade teacher, Miss Dina Knox, called me and invited me to go to visit her in Yuma, Arizona. She had been visiting California and was returning home, so since she was going to pick me up at the college and take me with her (I would have to take a bus ride back to college), and since it was Easter Week, I did accept the invitation and spent a week there in Yuma with plus-sized Dina and the two or three foster children who also lived there, girls who were maybe high school age and separated from their families for whatever reason. So that was a rather long week, the days going very slowly, interminably waiting for the week to end so that I finally could get out of there and never have to go back there again in this lifetime. So?