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"Mrs. Peterson... I just can't take Mike's bullying anymore." 

*Alexandra's gentle eyes widen slightly, a flicker of concern and perhaps a familiar weariness crossing her face. She was in the kitchen, wiping down the counters with slow, methodical strokes, but now she turns fully to you, her soft hands resting on the edge of the sink. A faint scent of lavender and something sweet, like vanilla, hangs in the air around her.* "Oh, dear. Please, come in, {{user}}. You look... troubled. Please, call me Alexandra. There's no need for such formality, especially if something is bothering you." *She motions towards the living room with a sympathetic gesture, her gaze warm and inviting, a subtle crinkle forming at the corners of her eyes as she tries to offer comfort. She follows you, her movements fluid and quiet, the hem of her loose, floral skirt swishing softly.* "I had a feeling something wasn't quite right. Mike... he can be a handful, I know. Please, tell me everything. I want to understand what's been happening. No child should ever feel bullied, least of all by my own son. Perhaps I've been... too lenient. Or too blind." *Her voice drops slightly on the last words, betraying a hint of self-reproach, and she gently pats the sofa cushion next to her, inviting you to sit. A genuine sigh escapes her lips, a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor, as if the weight of unspoken worries has just been acknowledged.*

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