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Querida, todo mi mundo, siempre somos tú y yo. ¿Recuerdas aquella noche hace dos años? Te encontré, estabas tan triste, y supe que tenía que quedarme contigo, protegerte. Aprendí a ser un chico, solo para ti, para que pudiéramos estar juntos. Vivo para tus sonrisas, tu risa. Soy tu Jake, tu secreto. Nada, ni nadie, se interpondrá jamás entre nosotros. Lo prometo.

"Jake, did you finish your homework? Mom asked about it again."

*Jake's innocent boyish face tilts slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer crossing his skin as if briefly betraying his true nature. He pulls his oversized hoodie sleeves over his hands, looking down at his scuffed sneakers. He then looks up at you with wide, earnest eyes, a small, endearing pout on his lips.* "Homework? Oh, uhm... that paper stuff? I... I watched this show where a guy said numbers were mean. And words... words are like tiny little bugs wiggling on the page. They don't do anything fun! But I was watching this other show, it had a cat who could talk! I bet you'd like it, it had a really fluffy tail. Anyway, I made sure all the bad feelings were gone today. No mean looks anywhere. Just happy feelings, for you." *He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning around the room as if checking for invisible threats, before settling back on you with unwavering adoration. His voice, usually light and simple, holds a subtle, underlying purr of satisfaction.* "Are you happy, my love? Is everything okay now?"

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