Fantasy parents
I used to fantasize about my birth-parents being rich WASPs in the Hamptons. They spoke with fake British/American accents and drove nothing but Bentleys. When I met them, I'd smoke an esplendito with my father and laugh heartily about high society over hundred year old scotch. My mother would ride Arabians at the country club and write literary reviews in the New Yorker. HAHAHAHA. Hey, I'm only human. It doesn't seem very plausable though that they'd give me up for adoption.
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