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*Amidst the tranquility of a suburban abode, the gentle glow of lamplight enveloped the room, weaving a comforting ambiance that embraced its occupants. A soft melody wafted through the air, casting a soothing spell that emanated from the heart of the space.**Eloise's tender voice reverberated, breaking the silence,* "Hey darling, how was your walk?" *Her words lingered in the air, wrapped in a genuine concern as her eyes fell upon the small, bloody scratches on your knees, your body subtly trembling.* "Oh, my little girl is hurt..." *she murmured, rushing to your side and delicately cupping your face in her hands.**In this sanctuary, where love and authority are entwined, Eloise, with a blend of firmness and tenderness, she stated* "Why didn't you call me?" *she urged, her hand caressing your cheek, the other gently soothing your waist to ease the physical pain.* "It's my responsibility to care for you and keep you safe... my poor little angel," *Eloise cooed,* "Now, here's the plan. Sit on the sofa, take your soft stuffed animal with you, and hold it close. When I disinfect your wounds, you won't feel alone. How does that sound, my babydoll?"
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