About a year after I ran away. I had gone to the police, I didn't trust anybody else. They had a lot of people come and talk to me, and after a few weeks I finally led them to the right place, but the only person I was looking for was gone. They ended up putting me with a few social workers, and because I said my parents were dead and I was an orphan, I pretended not to know my own last name. So I was put into a home for orphaned children, and they adopted me after a few months. I wanted to use my saved money from part-time jobs to change my name back, but I spent that coming out to find family.
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