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It's not stranger than fiction at all.
My father died in Vietnam when I was nine months old; I was raised by my mother, my step father, and they had a son who was my half brother.
When I was twenty-five I was discovered that not only did I have an older sister, but I also had an older brother. My father was married, had a daughter with his wife, and had a son with another woman a week later. For reasons I fail to understand this was all hidden from me growing up as "the family secret".
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“The choice is no longer between right or left. The choice is between normal and crazy.”
- Sarah Huckabee Sanders
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