Inbetween owl-hunting and fish-gazing, Jeannie likes to spend her time wolfing down sugary sweets. Before year 2090, she hopes to migrate to the ocean and live in a coral bed with scuttle fish neighbors where she will spend the rest of her days catching plankton with her tongue.

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Emerging out of the pits of a gypsy lamp one frighteningly cold January night, Jeannie took to the modest town of Winnipeg. She spent a majority of days in the prairies tipping cows and churning butter.

Years later Jeannie moved to Toronto: the city of smog and downtown hipsters. She settled into a giant checkered box held up by crayons pillars of epic proportion where she currently resides with other wonderful entities.

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