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I had lived through a war, years of homelessness, and so many fights I've lost count of exactly how many. I've had a long life, though some of it has been hell, I've had some good things happen in it. I met some good people. People who had my back through think and thin. People who, no matter what, would back me up, and do almost anything to help me. People like that one girl I had met so many years ago. Hell, it's been so long ago, I cant even remember her name. Last thing I remember, she got married, and moved away from Rush Valley. God, thinking back now, i feel so old. It feels like my lifetime has gone on forever. I mean, I'm only 32, but I feel like I have lived for a thousand lifetimes. I sighed, and looked around the room of my empty house. I'd bought this house here in the outskirts of New Westrey, a blue, 2-story bungalow on a Mirfield Avenue. The main reason i had bought this house was, well, simply because it was cheap, and had a fair amount of space. It was home for me, even if it was very empty, i loved it here.

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As I stretched out on the couch and started to lull off to sleep, the doorbell rang. I sat up quickly, and muttered under my breath, "Who in the hell's that?" I walked towards the door, and opened it. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." But as instead of there being someone trying to sell me something i didn't need, i was met by a small girl, maybe only 10 or 11. She had very blonde hair so light it looked almost white. Her dark green eyes looked up at me, as she idly swung her small backpack back and forth. She paused for a minute, and held out a crumpled up piece of paper in her hand. As i took it from her, i read it quietly to myself, 'Dear James. I know we haven't talked for years, and I really wish we had, but it's a little late for it, though. This is you'r daughter, Paz Andrade Aguilar. I gave her you'r last name, even though we're no longer together.' I paused abruptly, and looked down at the girl. She smiled kindly up at me. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I looked back down at the paper. 'I know this is sudden, but i just cant take care of her. So she's you'r problem now. Take good care of her. From, Meryl Ortega.' I couldn't believe this, After all these years, I just barely find out that I have a daughter?! And the same day that I learn this, She shows up on my doorstep?? I gulped and looked back at the paper. "Aw, shit."

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I had lived through a war, years of homelessness, and so many fights I've lost count of exactly how many. I've had a long life, though some of it has been hell, I've had some good things happen in it. I met some good people. People who had my back through think and thin. People who, no matter what, would back me up, and do almost anything to help me. People like that one girl I had met so many years ago. Hell, it's been so long ago, I cant even remember her name. Last thing I remember, she got married, and moved away from Rush Valley. God, thinking back now, i feel so old. It feels like my lifetime has gone on forever. I mean, I'm only 32, but I feel like I have lived for a thousand lifetimes. I sighed, and looked around the room of my empty house. I'd bought this house here in the outskirts of New Westrey, a blue, 2-story bungalow on a Mirfield Avenue. The main reason i had bought this house was, well, simply because it was cheap, and had a fair amount of space. It was home for me, even if it was very empty, i loved it here.

...

As I stretched out on the couch and started to lull off to sleep, the doorbell rang. I sat up quickly, and muttered under my breath, "Who in the hell's that?" I walked towards the door, and opened it. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." But as instead of there being someone trying to sell me something i didn't need, i was met by a small girl, maybe only 10 or 11. She had very blonde hair so light it looked almost white. Her dark green eyes looked up at me, as she idly swung her small backpack back and forth. She paused for a minute, and held out a crumpled up piece of paper in her hand. As i took it from her, i read it quietly to myself, 'Dear James. I know we haven't talked for years, and I really wish we had, but it's a little late for it, though. This is you'r daughter, Paz Andrade Aguilar. I gave her you'r last name, even though we're no longer together.' I paused abruptly, and looked down at the girl. She smiled kindly up at me. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I looked back down at the paper. 'I know this is sudden, but i just cant take care of her. So she's you'r problem now. Take good care of her. From, Meryl Ortega.' I couldn't believe this, After all these years, I just barely find out that I have a daughter?! And the same day that I learn this, She shows up on my doorstep?? I gulped and looked back at the paper. "Aw, shit."