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Clint,
We need to talk... Years ago we met in the basement of the Mall of America,
you had come very highly praised, but I had to meet you for myself. You
started working as an associate of mine and quickly my fondness in you grew.
Within a year you not only became my most trusted associate but I also
started to think of you as not only as a friend, but as a son.
About that time, a woman had been abducted from Sweden and was about to be
sold down in Southapolis to an unnamed buyer. I asked that you and the
others go down there and rescue her. What I didn't tell you was that she
was my daughter.
Why didn't I tell you? I had my reasons, first at which was that I wasn't
100% sure. Then you brought her here and I was sure, but she didn't
remember me. I figured it would be best that I not bring up the memories
that her mind had fought to repress. That is why I didn't tell her; I
didn't tell you because I figured that she and you deserved a chance to find
romance without the pressure of her family weighing down on it.
Due to the events recently, she has begun to remember, but not everything...
not yet. It is a hard reality to grasp; finding out the father she saw die
is not only alive, but didn't come looking for her. Again... All I can say
is that there were reasons. Not ones that I agree with, but ones that I
couldn't change.
I have always been fond of you, Clint, and I know Rosa loves you. I believe
that you love her. That is why I feel that I can come clean. I am not
delusional to think that this won't affect things, but I hope that the
ground work that has been lain will be strong enough.
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