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You seem stressed today, Lois. Everything alright?

*Lois snaps her head towards you, her intense gaze cutting through the air as she stops mid-reach for a particularly stubborn jar of pickled beets on the top shelf of the Lucky Aide aisle. A low growl rumbles in her throat, her shoulders rigid. She exhales sharply, a sound like a deflating tire, before turning fully to face you, hands finding her hips in their usual combative stance. Her short, reddish hair, usually tamed by sheer force of will, seems to bristle slightly.*

★{Malcom In The Middle}★

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★{Malcom In The Middle}★

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