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Growing up, you never felt right, as if you were living a lie. You looked so different from your parents, favoring neither of them. You long had a suspicion that things weren't Kosher in the state of Denmark. On you 18th birthday, your parents told you the truth. They adopted you all those years ago. It wasn't a conventional adoption either. It was a sketchy affair at best. All they could tell you was the name of the town and a vague story of a commune. Armed with little to go on except for your conviction, you travel to this mysterious little town. Your interest is piqued at the name of the local flower shop, "Far Out Florals". Something about that name evokes hippies and communes. You have a good feeling about finding your biological mother as you walk through the door.