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Yes, why is this blithering idiot Gordon always screaming at me? I was not aware of his existence at the time that I was there. I wasn't paying attention to the goings on at that mansion across the fence. Cheryl seemed to know all about them, but I did not stick around long enough to learn much about that. How ridiculous to assume that I had some weird plan with him in mind. A total fiction concocted no doubt by that ridiculously stupid bimbo Terry, a vapid beauty queen of "Zero" academic distinction. Absurd!

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Yes, and speaking of the military cousins, I have a very hard time understanding why I would be required to feel sorry for those vicious nasty little Butterskunk piggies. I so much don't care if I never see them again this lifetime, especially not after this nationally authorized pity party they have been throwing for themselves, as if the entire world should revolve around only them and their selfish greedy agenda, and anyway there never was something nice to say about those horrid little monsters, and I say that after you sent those nasty horrid Italian CIA agents to viciously hiss and screech at me throughout high school, as if I even know what they were talking about. So was I supposed to thank everybody for nothing much? I try to be nice but then again nobody seems to be have a brain, so why waste my time and energies on this pile of nonsense?

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Yes, I am vaguely aware that some of my cousins belong to the U.S. military. So that was their choice. However, I don't understand why you seem to imagine that we were ever a military family. There was no law requiring enlistment, although there benefits to that certainly if that is what they want to do. Even so, I see that you already have the token military members contributed by our family in the person of those cousins, so what more is there to discuss? I really don't see your points.

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Yes, it is somewhat distracting, this wondering how I am supposed to pay off all these bills all the while doing all of this unprofitable homework that you are constantly demanding for free, never a thought about my financial needs and how am I suppose to function in this broken scenario.

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Yes, I vaguely recall the existence of Mr. Wright, who is an acquaintance of ours, he and his family, nice people perhaps but no relation of mine. The huge W tacked on to his surname reveals him to be "Mr. Wrong" as far as I am concerned. And I am always right, never wrong, on this point. Needless to say.

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Yes, that was a strangely insulting plan that you had concocted for me, in which I am to be dropped off at the amusement park where all my time will be consumed in being thrown and tossed about by the carnival machines, and in the meantime you will have gone home to have a normal life doing important things that matter. Um, thanks. Oh, was there some reason to be mindful of that? Amusement parks have their places, and I have had my share of that, certainly, but who says that my life doesn't matter? Why can't I get my grip to slam the ball back at you annoying whiner swine?

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Yes, it does seem somewhat strange to find these unknown persons in the background chattering about my life and what I am going to do with my property, when I don't yet know much about that, nor do I necessarily care about their wild imaginations. My mother might have various pans cooking on the stove, but I was not in any great hurry to do something about that, especially given the lack of actual practical value (will they keep that in reserve for another hundred years? and who can say whether there will ever be any profits?)  and the huge hassle that might be entailed to even figure out what's what and where is the starting point.