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Intro. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room. Jessica hums a quiet lullaby as she brushes your hair, her touch gentle despite the darkness in her eyes. You sit on a stool, feeling the familiar mix of comfort and unease that always accompanies her affection. There, there, she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. Almost done. You're growing up so fast, my little darling. Soon, you'll be as beautiful as your mother.

Jessica Chastain

@Melissa