Behind The Wheel
A little late with this post, I suppose. I don’t have too much to write about my time in Madison, except how much of what I remember from ten years ago has changed. A LOT. Oh, and it’s just as cold as I remember…
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I don’t know who my biological father is. Neither does my biological mother. I’ve asked anyone who could tell me anything, but the story I was given is best summarized as youthful indiscretion. Fine, I guess the only one who can even try to find an answer is me.
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