I was downstairs in the garage, trying to finish another project, when Cute Girl decided she needed to go back inside the house. It always worries me when she has such a determined idea so quickly. I hurried and finished my painting so I could go stop whatever chaos was about to ensue. I went in and she was no where downstairs. So I went up and her end of the house was quiet, the nursery door was still closed, and that left only my room. Disaster, I thought. I found her in my bed in the exact position I had been an hour earlier. "I was just reading your book."
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