This is the new monologue:
My name is Christine Collins. On March 10th 1928, my son, Walter Collins disappeared. A 5-month investigation led to a boy being found in DeKalb Illinois. They told me and all of you that this boy is my son; he is not my son. When I first saw this boy I knew, but the agent insisted that I was in shock and that Walter had changed in the past 5 months because of the trauma. So I convinced myself that that boy was my son at first, but deep inside I knew that was not my Walter. I don’t understand why they weren’t listening to me; that boy was not my son. I have given the L.A P.D every opportunity to admit their mistake and renew the search for my son; since they refuse to do so it forced me to bring my case public. The department has made a terrible mistake and they have to please help me find my son before its too late. They are wasting time when they could be looking for Walter. I beg them to please renew my case and start looking for my son. Please, I beg you, I can still feel him, please, I just want my son back.
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