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The little guy blinked once, twice, his entire face flushing a brilliant crimson. He scrambled off the bed with a speed that belied his small stature and bolted into the en-suite bathroom.

"How adorable," Chloe murmured to herself.

It was still hard to reconcile this shy, blushing child with the violent psychological barriers and self-harming tendencies Nanny White had described