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George

George stood in the door way of his little wood cabin, just breathing. He was tired, and it was late. The moon was shining brightly. It was autumn and the temperature had just started to cool down. Taking off his boots he went inside. Moving ever so quietly so as not to wake his stepdaughter Cecilia, he crept to the sink to wash his face of the dirt and grime. The cabin was a one room place which he kept up well, despite his measly income. Finally he finished washing and knelt down to the floor to pull his bed role out.

Cecilia groaned and rolled over. George looked up at her from where he was squatting on the floor, and caught her dreamy eyes. She smiled in her special way that made George feel like a father, and he smiled affectionately back.
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"Sorry I woke you sweetie," he crooned with his low baritone voice.

"Its okay I wasn't really sleeping," with another smile that showed the dimples on her small face.

"Alright then go to sleep Cecilia.... I love you."

She yawned and whispered, "Love you too daddy". Then closed her eyes and started to breath steadily.

George loved his stepdaughter. The first time he had met her she had stolen his heart. Her mother had done the same the first time he met her. George frowned when he thought of how after only ...

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