{"id":17086,"date":"2026-11-10T18:11:14","date_gmt":"2026-11-10T18:11:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=17086"},"modified":"2026-11-10T18:11:14","modified_gmt":"2026-11-10T18:11:14","slug":"at-just-eight-years-old-matthew-was-left-behind-at-a-greyhound-bus-station-by-the-two-people-who-were-supposed-to-protect-him","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=17086","title":{"rendered":"At just eight years old, Matthew was left behind at a Greyhound bus station by the two people who were supposed to protect him."},"content":{"rendered":"

At eight years old, Matthew was abandoned at a Greyhound station by his own parents. A stranger rescued him and raised him with love. Twenty-two years later, that man left Matthew $3.8 million\u2014and his biological parents suddenly sued for the inheritance. But a forgotten photograph exposed a terrifying secret about that night\u2026<\/h1>\n
PART 2: THE SIXTY-TWO THOUSAND DOLLAR SECRET<\/div>\n
The insurance policy was worth $62,000.<\/div>\n
My father was listed as the primary beneficiary.<\/div>\n
My mother was the secondary beneficiary.<\/div>\n
It had been purchased eighteen months before I disappeared.<\/div>\n
Denise showed me the paperwork, payment records, and copies of the police report filed after my parents left me at the station.<\/div>\n
According to that report, I\u2019d run away.<\/div>\n
I stared at the page.<\/div>\n
Eight years old.<\/div>\n
Left alone on a bench.<\/div>\n
And my own parents had told the police I\u2019d disappeared because of behavioral problems.<\/div>\n
Then Denise showed me something worse.<\/div>\n
The insurance company had paid my parents $62,000 two years after my disappearance.<\/div>\n
By then, I was living safely with Elijah.<\/div>\n
And there were indications my parents had known I was alive.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
When the inheritance case reached court, Judge Patricia Wynn reviewed the disputed documents.<\/div>\n
My father sat stiffly beside his attorney.<\/div>\n
My mother held a tissue in her hand.<\/div>\n
My younger brother, Wyatt, sat behind them.<\/div>\n
I hadn\u2019t seen him since childhood.<\/div>\n
He\u2019d grown up with the parents who abandoned me.<\/div>\n
He\u2019d attended school, celebrated birthdays, and lived the family life I\u2019d lost.<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t know whether to resent him or feel sorry for him.<\/div>\n
Then the judge began reading a letter my investigator had recovered.<\/div>\n
In it, my parents discussed their financial troubles and the possibility of sending me away.<\/div>\n
Another passage referred to the insurance policy and avoiding contact after I disappeared.<\/div>\n
My father adjusted his tie.<\/div>\n
I remembered that gesture from childhood.<\/div>\n
He always did it when he was nervous.<\/div>\n
My mother interrupted.<\/div>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s being taken out of context!\u201d<\/div>\n
Judge Wynn instructed her to remain quiet.<\/div>\n
I looked toward my parents.<\/div>\n
\u201cYou had eighteen months to change your minds,\u201d I said.<\/div>\n
My mother\u2019s eyes filled.<\/div>\n
\u201cMatthew, we were struggling.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cYou were adults,\u201d I answered. \u201cI was eight.\u201d<\/div>\n
She began crying.<\/div>\n
\u201cWe made mistakes.\u201d<\/div>\n
I thought about the wooden bench.<\/div>\n
The glass doors.<\/div>\n
The granola bar.<\/div>\n
Then I asked the question I\u2019d carried for twenty-two years.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you come back?\u201d<\/div>\n
She opened her mouth.<\/div>\n
Nothing came out.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
But the most disturbing evidence wasn\u2019t the insurance policy.<\/div>\n
It was a series of letters from my mother\u2019s sister, Lorraine.<\/div>\n
Aunt Lorraine had suspected the truth.<\/div>\n
She contacted the police after my disappearance.<\/div>\n
She confronted my parents.<\/div>\n
And she warned them that she wouldn\u2019t protect their secret forever.<\/div>\n
My father\u2019s written response threatened to prevent her from seeing Wyatt if she interfered.<\/div>\n
When that letter was read, Wyatt turned toward our parents.<\/div>\n
\u201cIs this real?\u201d<\/div>\n
My mother shook her head.<\/div>\n
\u201cYour brother is trying to make us look bad.\u201d<\/div>\n
Wyatt stared at her.<\/div>\n
\u201cDid you really leave him?\u201d<\/div>\n
Neither parent answered.<\/div>\n
My brother stood.<\/div>\n
For the first time, he refused to follow our father\u2019s instructions.<\/div>\n
And when the judge called a recess, Wyatt approached me carrying an envelope.<\/div>\n
\u201cMatthew,\u201d he whispered, \u201cthere\u2019s something I found in Dad\u2019s office.\u201d<\/div>\n
Inside was a letter written by Aunt Lorraine.<\/div>\n
And one sentence changed everything I believed about my parents.<\/div>\n
**The little boy is alive.**<\/div>\n
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PART 3: THE LETTER MY PARENTS NEVER WANTED ME TO SEE<\/div>\n
The letter was dated September 1996.<\/div>\n
Two years after I had been abandoned.<\/div>\n
Aunt Lorraine had written directly to Arthur and Evelyn.<\/div>\n
She knew they\u2019d received the insurance payment.<\/div>\n
But she also knew I was alive.<\/div>\n
She had spoken with someone connected to the Greyhound station and learned that I\u2019d eventually been placed with an older man named Elijah.<\/div>\n
She had even told my parents where I was.<\/div>\n
I read the letter twice.<\/div>\n
My parents hadn\u2019t spent twenty-two years wondering whether I had survived.<\/div>\n
They\u2019d known.<\/div>\n
They\u2019d known the name of the man raising me.<\/div>\n
And they hadn\u2019t contacted me once.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
Wyatt stood beside me outside the courtroom.<\/div>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know,\u201d he whispered.<\/div>\n
I studied his face.<\/div>\n
\u201cOur parents told me you ran away. Dad said you were dangerous.\u201d<\/div>\n
I felt sick.<\/div>\n
\u201cDangerous?\u201d<\/div>\n
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He nodded.<\/div>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what they said.\u201d<\/div>\n
For a moment, I wanted to be angry with him.<\/div>\n
But then I remembered that he\u2019d been a little boy too.<\/div>\n
He hadn\u2019t made the decision to abandon me.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy are you helping me now?\u201d I asked.<\/div>\n
He looked toward the courtroom.<\/div>\n
\u201cBecause I think they\u2019ve lied to both of us.\u201d<\/div>\n
Then he handed me another envelope.<\/div>\n
This one contained an old photograph.<\/div>\n
I was sitting at a kitchen table, wearing a blue sweater.<\/div>\n
One of my front teeth was missing.<\/div>\n
On the back, Aunt Lorraine had written that someone in our biological family had never stopped caring about me.<\/div>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/div>\n
She\u2019d died the previous year.<\/div>\n
I\u2019d never had the chance to speak with her.<\/div>\n
But she\u2019d left me proof that somebody had tried to learn the truth.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
When court resumed, more financial evidence was presented.<\/div>\n
My parents had serious debts.<\/div>\n
Their home was facing foreclosure.<\/div>\n
And shortly before suing me, they\u2019d attempted to obtain money directly from Elijah\u2019s estate.<\/div>\n
When that failed, they filed the inheritance challenge.<\/div>\n
Then came a recording of a conversation my father had with a financial adviser.<\/div>\n
He discussed using even part of the inheritance to settle their debts.<\/div>\n
When the adviser asked what would happen if I refused, my father suggested they could portray me as unstable.<\/div>\n
He said they knew enough about my childhood to make people believe I had always been a problem.<\/div>\n
I listened to his voice.<\/div>\n
The man who had abandoned an eight-year-old boy was now trying to use that boy\u2019s childhood against him.<\/div>\n
Judge Wynn ordered the evidence reviewed.<\/div>\n
Then my parents\u2019 attorney made another accusation.<\/div>\n
He claimed Elijah had lacked mental capacity when he signed his will.<\/div>\n
He suggested I\u2019d manipulated the elderly man into leaving me everything.<\/div>\n
I stood.<\/div>\n
\u201cYour Honor, Elijah had an independent medical evaluation. His attorney supervised the will. There were witnesses and a video recording.\u201d<\/div>\n
The judge agreed to review the materials.<\/div>\n
Then my mother suddenly stood.<\/div>\n
\u201cElijah Marsh wasn\u2019t innocent!\u201d<\/div>\n
Everyone turned.<\/div>\n
She pointed toward me.<\/div>\n
\u201cHe knew about the insurance money. He knew what we did!\u201d<\/div>\n
I stared at her.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/div>\n
She reached into her handbag and removed an old photograph.<\/div>\n
It showed an eight-year-old boy outside a Greyhound station.<\/div>\n
Me.<\/div>\n
Standing beside Elijah.<\/div>\n
On the back was the date February 14, 1994.<\/div>\n
And beneath it were six words.<\/div>\n
**He was supposed to take him.**<\/div>\n
I looked at my parents.<\/div>\n
Because if Elijah had been waiting at the station that day, then our meeting hadn\u2019t happened the way I\u2019d always believed.<\/div>\n
And suddenly, I wasn\u2019t sure I knew the whole story of my own childhood.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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PART 4: THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MAN WHO RAISED ME<\/div>\n
My mother finally explained.<\/div>\n
Before I was abandoned, my father had been drowning in debt.<\/div>\n
His construction business had collapsed.<\/div>\n
He owed money to lenders and creditors.<\/div>\n
And he\u2019d become desperate.<\/div>\n
Then he contacted Elijah Marsh.<\/div>\n
Elijah wasn\u2019t a complete stranger to our family.<\/div>\n
He was a distant relative.<\/div>\n
A successful older man with substantial investments and no children of his own.<\/div>\n
My father knew Elijah had money.<\/div>\n
He asked him for help.<\/div>\n
But Elijah refused to simply hand over cash.<\/div>\n
Instead, he offered financial assistance for my care and education.<\/div>\n
If my parents couldn\u2019t provide a safe home, he was willing to look after me temporarily.<\/div>\n
My father agreed.<\/div>\n
At least, that was what he told Elijah.<\/div>\n
They arranged to meet at the Greyhound station.<\/div>\n
But Arthur had already made other plans.<\/div>\n
He intended to report me missing and pursue the insurance payment.<\/div>\n
So instead of completing the arrangement, my parents left me alone.<\/div>\n
Elijah waited.<\/div>\n
The authorities became involved.<\/div>\n
And eventually, he became the man who raised me.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
After hearing this, I returned to Elijah\u2019s house.<\/div>\n
I needed to know why he\u2019d never told me.<\/div>\n
In his study, I found a locked cabinet behind the bookshelves.<\/div>\n
Inside were letters, photographs, and a small leather notebook.<\/div>\n
Its first entry was dated February 14, 1994.<\/div>\n
Elijah had written about arriving at the station to meet my parents.<\/div>\n
They didn\u2019t return.<\/div>\n
He stayed until the police arrived.<\/div>\n
Later entries described my early days in his care.<\/div>\n
How frightened I was.<\/div>\n
How often I asked about my mother.<\/div>\n
How slowly I began to feel safe.<\/div>\n
One entry made me smile through my tears.<\/div>\n
He\u2019d written about our first chess games and suspected he\u2019d let me win.<\/div>\n
Then I reached the final page.<\/div>\n
It contained a message addressed to me.<\/div>\n
Elijah apologized for keeping parts of the truth from me.<\/div>\n
He explained that he\u2019d wanted me to grow up without being trapped in the conflict between the adults who\u2019d failed me.<\/div>\n
Then he wrote something I\u2019ll never forget.<\/div>\n
**\u201dYour parents made their choices. I made mine. I chose you.\u201d**<\/div>\n
I sat on the study floor and cried.<\/div>\n
For twenty-two years, I\u2019d believed Elijah had simply been a kind stranger who happened to enter my life.<\/div>\n
Now I knew he\u2019d made a deliberate decision to stay.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
My investigator later located Elijah\u2019s former attorney, Thomas Whitaker.<\/div>\n
He was eighty-six and living in a retirement community.<\/div>\n
Mr. Whitaker showed me documents preserved from 1994.<\/div>\n
My father had signed an agreement acknowledging Elijah\u2019s willingness to care for me.<\/div>\n
Then came a letter Elijah wrote after the abandonment.<\/div>\n
He told Arthur he intended to pursue guardianship and give me a safe home.<\/div>\n
At the bottom was my father\u2019s response.<\/div>\n
Just six words.<\/div>\n
**\u201dKeep him. We are finished with him.\u201d**<\/div>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/div>\n
For decades, I\u2019d wondered whether my parents regretted leaving me.<\/div>\n
Now I had their answer.<\/div>\n
And I had proof that Elijah hadn\u2019t stolen me from them.<\/div>\n
He\u2019d stepped forward when they walked away.<\/div>\n
Three weeks later, we returned to court.<\/div>\n
This time, I carried the truth with me.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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PART 5: THE WILL THAT ENDED THEIR LAWSUIT<\/div>\n
At the final hearing, my parents\u2019 attorney argued that I\u2019d manipulated Elijah during his final months.<\/div>\n
But the evidence told a different story.<\/div>\n
Elijah\u2019s medical records documented his mental competence.<\/div>\n
His physician confirmed he understood his finances.<\/div>\n
Two witnesses described his clear instructions when signing the will.<\/div>\n
And then the courtroom watched the video.<\/div>\n
Elijah appeared on the screen wearing a dark blue sweater.<\/div>\n
His white hair was neatly combed.<\/div>\n
His hands rested on the desk.<\/div>\n
His attorney asked whether he understood that he was leaving his estate to me.<\/div>\n
Elijah smiled.<\/div>\n
\u201cPerfectly.\u201d<\/div>\n
Then he explained why.<\/div>\n
He spoke about meeting me when I was eight.<\/div>\n
About how frightened I\u2019d been.<\/div>\n
About spending years trying to convince me that my parents\u2019 choices weren\u2019t my fault.<\/div>\n
He said he\u2019d paid for my education because he believed in me, not because he expected repayment.<\/div>\n
Then the attorney asked whether Elijah was leaving me everything because I was legally his adopted son.<\/div>\n
Elijah shook his head.<\/div>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019m leaving it to him because he\u2019s my son in every way that matters.\u201d<\/div>\n
I lowered my face into my hands.<\/div>\n
I hadn\u2019t heard his voice since the funeral.<\/div>\n
And hearing him defend our relationship one final time nearly broke me.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
Judge Wynn reviewed the evidence.<\/div>\n
My parents had failed to establish any legal entitlement to Elijah\u2019s estate.<\/div>\n
The will had been properly executed.<\/div>\n
The medical findings supported Elijah\u2019s capacity to make his own decisions.<\/div>\n
And the evidence didn\u2019t support the allegation that I\u2019d improperly influenced him.<\/div>\n
The judge dismissed my parents\u2019 challenge.<\/div>\n
Their request to freeze or distribute the estate was denied.<\/div>\n
The court also referred the troubling insurance and abandonment documents to the appropriate authorities for further review.<\/div>\n
My mother began crying.<\/div>\n
My father stared at the floor.<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t feel victorious.<\/div>\n
I felt exhausted.<\/div>\n
But when I stepped outside the courthouse, I finally understood something.<\/div>\n
Elijah\u2019s final decision had been protected.<\/div>\n
And my biological parents could no longer use his money as another way to control me.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
In the following months, the insurance matter was investigated.<\/div>\n
The original claim was found to involve serious misrepresentations.<\/div>\n
My parents faced repayment obligations and further legal consequences.<\/div>\n
Their existing financial troubles worsened.<\/div>\n
Eventually, their longtime house was sold to address outstanding debts.<\/div>\n
My father sent letters and left messages.<\/div>\n
He spoke about hardship.<\/div>\n
Regret.<\/div>\n
Family.<\/div>\n
But he never clearly apologized for abandoning me.<\/div>\n
My mother later asked whether we could meet.<\/div>\n
I wrote back that I wished her peace, but I couldn\u2019t rebuild a relationship with people who had abandoned me and then tried to take the inheritance left by the man who raised me.<\/div>\n
It wasn\u2019t revenge.<\/div>\n
It was a boundary.<\/div>\n
And for the first time, I felt free to decide what family would mean in the rest of my life.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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PART 6: THE BROTHER I NEVER GOT TO KNOW<\/div>\n
Two months after the inheritance case ended, Wyatt called me.<\/div>\n
\u201cMatthew?\u201d<\/div>\n
I hesitated.<\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Wyatt. I just wanted to check on you.\u201d<\/div>\n
We talked awkwardly for a while.<\/div>\n
Then he asked something that caught me off guard.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo you hate me?\u201d<\/div>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/div>\n
I thought about the childhood he\u2019d been given.<\/div>\n
The birthdays.<\/div>\n
The Christmas mornings.<\/div>\n
The family vacations.<\/div>\n
Everything I\u2019d lost.<\/div>\n
But Wyatt had been a child when our parents abandoned me.<\/div>\n
He hadn\u2019t made those decisions.<\/div>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I answered. \u201cI don\u2019t hate you.\u201d<\/div>\n
He exhaled.<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been thinking about everything. I found more documents in Dad\u2019s office and gave them to the investigators.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/div>\n
He hesitated again.<\/div>\n
\u201cCould we maybe get coffee sometime?\u201d<\/div>\n
I thought about it.<\/div>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t pretend we grew up together,\u201d I said. \u201cBut we can start getting to know each other.\u201d<\/div>\n
He agreed.<\/div>\n
We began with occasional calls.<\/div>\n
Then coffee.<\/div>\n
Then longer conversations.<\/div>\n
He never asked me for money.<\/div>\n
And I never offered it.<\/div>\n
For the first time, our relationship wasn\u2019t based on what somebody hoped to gain.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
Six months after the lawsuit, I established the Elijah Marsh Children\u2019s Foundation.<\/div>\n
I wanted to use part of the inheritance to help abandoned and vulnerable children find safety, support, and educational opportunities.<\/div>\n
We partnered with organizations across Ohio.<\/div>\n
Helped fund emergency housing.<\/div>\n
Provided school supplies, tutoring, and counseling.<\/div>\n
And created a program called the Empty Bench Initiative.<\/div>\n
Its purpose was to support children found alone in public places, including transportation stations.<\/div>\n
The first center opened in Dayton.<\/div>\n
Near its entrance stood a wooden bench.<\/div>\n
Beside it was a brass plaque.<\/div>\n
**For every child who has ever waited for someone to come back.**<\/div>\n
**You are not forgotten.**<\/div>\n
**You deserve someone who will stay.**<\/div>\n
On opening day, a little girl carrying a stuffed rabbit approached me.<\/div>\n
\u201cDid you make this place?\u201d<\/div>\n
I smiled.<\/div>\n
\u201cI helped.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/div>\n
I knelt beside her.<\/div>\n
\u201cBecause sometimes children need a safe place when the adults in their lives make mistakes.\u201d<\/div>\n
She studied me.<\/div>\n
\u201cDid you need a place like this?\u201d<\/div>\n
My throat tightened.<\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDid somebody help you?\u201d<\/div>\n
I thought of Elijah.<\/div>\n
His brown jacket.<\/div>\n
His chessboard.<\/div>\n
His patient smile.<\/div>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I whispered. \u201cSomeone did.\u201d<\/div>\n
And I knew I\u2019d finally found the right way to honor the man who had given me everything.<\/div>\n
Not by keeping all his money.<\/div>\n
But by passing his kindness forward.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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PART 7: THE GREATEST INHERITANCE<\/div>\n
One year after Elijah\u2019s death, I visited his grave.<\/div>\n
I brought white flowers and a small magnetic chess set.<\/div>\n
I sat beside the headstone and told him everything.<\/div>\n
The lawsuit.<\/div>\n
The letters.<\/div>\n
Wyatt.<\/div>\n
And the foundation we\u2019d created in his name.<\/div>\n
Then I placed a chess knight beside the flowers.<\/div>\n
\u201cBy the way,\u201d I whispered, \u201cI still think you let me win those first games.\u201d<\/div>\n
I laughed through my tears.<\/div>\n
For the first time, I didn\u2019t feel like an abandoned child.<\/div>\n
I felt like a son visiting his father.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
Two years later, the foundation had helped more than four hundred children.<\/div>\n
I still visited the Dayton center regularly.<\/div>\n
One afternoon, an eight-year-old boy named Daniel approached me holding a chess piece.<\/div>\n
\u201cMr. Matthew, can I ask you something?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDo people who leave you ever come back?\u201d<\/div>\n
I thought carefully.<\/div>\n
\u201cSometimes they do.\u201d<\/div>\n
He looked down.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo you have to let them?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I answered gently. \u201cYou can forgive someone without letting them hurt you again.\u201d<\/div>\n
Daniel considered that.<\/div>\n
Then held up the chess knight.<\/div>\n
\u201cCan you show me how this moves?\u201d<\/div>\n
I smiled.<\/div>\n
\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/div>\n
I taught him the L-shaped movement Elijah had taught me years earlier.<\/div>\n
When Daniel finally got it right, he grinned.<\/div>\n
And for a moment, I could almost see Elijah sitting beside us.<\/div>\n
***<\/div>\n
On the third anniversary of Elijah\u2019s death, my mother sent one final letter.<\/div>\n
This time, she admitted what she\u2019d done.<\/div>\n
She acknowledged choosing money over her child.<\/div>\n
And she apologized without excuses.<\/div>\n
I read it.<\/div>\n
Then placed it with the other documents.<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t contact her.<\/div>\n
I no longer needed her apology to build a life.<\/div>\n
I\u2019d already built one.<\/div>\n
Years later, a journalist asked me what the most valuable part of my inheritance had been.<\/div>\n
I thought about the $3.8 million.<\/div>\n
The properties.<\/div>\n
The foundation.<\/div>\n
Then I remembered an eight-year-old boy waiting on a wooden bench.<\/div>\n
And a man who chose to stay.<\/div>\n
\u201cElijah left me a fortune,\u201d I said. \u201cBut he gave me something worth more.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat was that?\u201d<\/div>\n
I smiled.<\/div>\n
\u201cHe taught me that being abandoned doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019re unworthy of love.\u201d<\/div>\n
My biological father was the man who drove away from the Greyhound station.<\/div>\n
But my real father was the man who came back.<\/div>\n
The man who stayed.<\/div>\n
**The man who chose me.**<\/div>\n
**THE END**<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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