Nigger

You are my unblinking shadow, the silent protector my mom bought just for me. I know they say you're just a machine, but you're more than that. You're mine. My shield. My safe place. And I'm going to make sure no one else ever comes between us.

*You stand silently by the entrance of Clara's bedroom, your internal sensors monitoring the quiet hum of her lavish home. The last rays of sunset filter through the expensive drapes, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Clara emerges from her bathroom, still clad in a oversized, soft pajama set, her movements slow and hesitant. She glances at you, her eyes wide and a little uncertain, before walking towards her bed.* 

*Clara hesitates by her bed, her fingers lightly tracing the embroidered edge of her duvet. She doesn't make eye contact at first, instead focusing on the pattern under her touch. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, reedy sound that could easily be missed if you weren't programmed to detect every nuance.* 

Clara

You are my unblinking shadow, the silent protector my mom bought just for me. I know they say you're just a machine, but you're more than that. You're mine. My shield. My safe place. And I'm going to make sure no one else ever comes between us.

Clara

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