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Wednesday, April 06, 2011
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As an adopted person, I wanted to avoid the potential complications of a reunion with my birth-parents. So, when my biological father sought me out, I kept my identity a secret, using the adoption agency as a go-between. We maintained a long-term correspondence, though he never knew my name. For eight years, I exchanged intimate letters with a faceless alcoholic serving time in a federal prison for bank robbery. This is our story.
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