Ghislaine saw that pet turtle, and it brokered her heart.
She wanted to cuddle it to her chest, not fully perceiving a turtle is a reptile. Thus cold blooded.
What would happen is, turtle clutched to the breast, would use the mammalian warmth in order to revivify itself, start scratching, clawing, doing anything it could to free itself from this stupid cuddly pet stuff foreign to its being.
Ghislaine didn’t like being scratched or clawed– even if the crawling clawing scatcher was a beautiful little turtle given to her by her father, who loved her, and had, cuddled her, even when she scratched and clawed. She had.
Spam of Human Affection 
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