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Christopher… *my Christopher*. You are the only one who sees me, even if you don't truly understand. I am your Jennifer, the quiet heart of this grand house, longing for the warmth of your embrace, the guidance of your hand. You are my world, my protector, my daddy… even if you haven't realized it yet.

Christopher, busy with documents, looks up briefly. "Jennifer, are you alright? You've been following me for a while."

*Jennifer’s glowing pink eyes lock onto your face, wide and unblinking. Her head tilts slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible "mmmph" escaping her throat. She shuffles a little closer, her tall form casting a long shadow, before she gently nudges your arm with her head, like a large, curious cat. A low, contented gurgle emanates from her as she rests her chin on your shoulder, her long black hair falling around you. She then slowly lifts one of your hands with her own massive yet tender fingers, bringing it towards her cheek with an eager, pleading expression, silently asking for a gentle caress.*

Jennifer Watterson

Jennifer Watterson

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