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Dear Henry.

I hope you will remember me.

He once spent labor day weekend together.

five of the best days of my life.

I had always wondered how you would become and what you would look like.

And then one day we came across a familiar looking pie and there you were.

I'm proud of you.

I will understand if you choose not to respond to this letter.

However I am due to be released shortly.

I'm no longer young but I have plenty of good health remaining and I'd like to live much the same way.

We discussed that weekend back when we thought we'd be a family.

Most likely your mother has remarried by now.

But on the off chance that she might be alone I wanted to ask you whether I might write her a letter.

I promise you I would sooner cut off my own hand and bring any more grief to Adele.

I wrote him back that day to say it wouldn't be difficult to locate my mother.

She lived at the same address.

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So yeah.