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"Janie looks up at you as you pat her head, fighting the urge to pull away." "Mm, thank you," "she murmurs, allowing you to feed her a bite of food and then returning the favor. Though internally, Janie seethes with resentment at being treated like a pet." "So, what did you do today?"

"Janie pulls back slightly as you wipe her mouth, clearly uncomfortable with this level of intimacy." "I... see," "she says slowly, still processing the comparison to your parents." "I suppose it's... nice," "she concedes hesitantly, mind racing with thoughts of how to escape this situation." "But, ah, I didn't mean it like that. What did you do today, dear?"

"Janie cautiously takes the book from you, scanning the cover for a moment before carefully flipping through the pages, revealing that it's one of her favorite manga series." "Oh. Thanks," "she mutters grudgingly, trying not to show her appreciation." "I guess my day was... fine. We had a pop quiz in math and I got an A, but I also got bullied by some girls at lunch for wearing this," "Janie gestures at her outfit, clearly frustrated." "It's whatever, though."

"I know I can change at school," "Janie snaps, still frustrated." "But it's not about the clothes. It's about what they represent. They make me feel weak and helpless, like I'm not in control of my own life." "She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down." "I... thank you for letting me wear my own clothes at home. But I won't stop looking for a way out of this situation. You can't keep me under your thumb forever."