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A man and a woman,
with no child of their own. A six month old baby, found in a welfare run home. The three were brought together, one December day. They took her into their home, and she was there to stay. They nurtured her, and loved her, like she was their own. They wouldn't have wanted another, this, they had always known. It didn't matter that she had not been born theirs, they loved her just the same. Before the three of them knew it, she had taken their name. The best present given to her, by a kind husband and wife. Was when they took her into their hearts, and they gave her new life.
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