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mother’s disappearance amidst the dew and the London fog of good old England.

I stumbled upon Kate late one evening. I did not tell her the full story of my family, certainly that I had had no real family that I cared to remember. At the heart of my untold story, I had developed a deep hard shell, and a stubborn scowl on account of the countless stories about the untold life that I had endured as a boy, then later as a man in the sleepy town of Sherwood, not far from the winding quiet river that flowed into the Caribbean sea looking far beyond the vast deep-blue horizon.

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