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Yes, I had paid off my first student loan, and years afterward I was still hearing about that from various sources, as if that were still current information. Perhaps I should make their wishes come true and commit financial suicide, because nobody seems to want me to win something. Would that make you feel better and solve that problem?

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Yes, I cannot quite remember how it came about that, while moving from California to Virginia, I forgot to put in a forwarding order to have my mail forwarded to me. Even so, I cannot quite understand how it happens that the post office delivers my mail directly to the office of the private detective on whom you spent thousands of dollars to follow me around and dig up dirt on me, the result being that I owe you $60. Or else you are my landlords. Ok, fine, where is the bill. If you are so clever, why can't you find my forwarding address and send that along to me forthwith? I am just saying, interesting where all these people are getting their information from.

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Yes, digging deeper into the Dwight research, we find that Mr. Henry Otis Dwight apparently had a daughter named Helen, with his second wife, who married a Mr. Harold Henry Fisher, and they had a son named Anthony, who married Laura Wilson, and they had three children, but probably I would guess their children do not include my past co-worker Bonnie Fisher, who left to work for a charitable organization, Food for the Poor, who work mostly in the Caribbean. Anyway, I am not going to be working for them. I am not wealthy enough to be a donor, already have enough obligations on my list, and not poor enough to need their food, so obviously I am not expecting to be hearing from them any time soon.

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Yes, truly, I cannot think of communicating in your private Turkish language that you are using at home to educate your children in the Turkish way. However, you really should not imagine that, merely because I speak the publicly used English language, that I do not have my own private life inaccessible to you, myself not being a public receptacle used for venting all of your frustrations of motherhood. I have better things to do than sit there in a public classroom and be privately thrashed and whipped by every private language that comes along. Yes, maybe the career of school teachers is not for me. Let Miss Pill explain herself if she can, because I do not quite understand what all of this hubbub is about.

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Yes, it is somewhat of a mystery how this tt'Backy trash Dwight came to attend our college. I could not really say whether there be any brain cells in his empty head. The fact of his belonging to the Tobacco Chewers Quad should have been a clue, but anyway, those girls did not want to let such matters get in the way of their reproductive rights, so whatever. Nobody is going to say anything about that anyway beyond the fact of college admissions standards not being what they used to be. So now their butts are glued permanently to a pile of worthless Dwight garbage that nobody wants. So, La-di-dah! So how is that my problem? I had no connection whatever to this worthless Dwight garbage.

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Yes, my mom had said that she had an uncle who died in WWI, but now reviewing the family history book that is apparently not exactly true. I was confused. It was my mother's cousin who died in WWII, Uncle Rennick's son Robert. He was MIA so one tends to assume that he probably died.

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Yes, so you did not like the way the world was divvied up in the treaties made after World War I, Mr. Harrison Dwight having served as a translator at the Peace Conference in Paris in about 1918. Well, La di dah. That's the way mop flops sometimes. Who am I to say how the translation of one word or another might affect the balance of power, and left one or another parties feeling slighted? That's just the way it is.