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Stick to the drop schedule.

-People are getting suspicious. -Wait, what people?

SMITTY: You can't investigate

the goings-on at the hospital, but I can.

I am well aware of this sordid story. That mama of yours?

Something else.

LESLIE: And she doesn't play

about her baby girl either.

She's opinionated.

She called me the spawn of Satan

and told you to steer clear of me.

That's quite an opinion.

-You heard something? -About Fenmore's?

They are delighted to be in business with ChelseaKat.

[squealing and laughing]

I'm being sued for medical malpractice.

Certain statements made on a website

owned by a Willow Adams.

That's my mother.

I'm gonna fight.

And I'd be happy to represent you, Madison.

Well, let me be cocounsel.

Were you and my mom having an affair

before my dad died?

So you're really not gonna tell me about this

fancy-schmancy evening you have planned for me?

Nope.

Come on. But a girl needs to know how to dress.

Okay, are we outdoors, indoors? Can I be comfy?

Is it like a five-star situation?

Woman, I've seen your closet,

and you could put on a paper bag

and still be the finest thing in the room.

But that doesn't mean I still can't dress the part.

Come on, silly.

You, of all people,

I think would like a little mystery.

Oh, I do. I do, when I'm the one holding the cards.

But when someone else does, it feels like a power move,

and I don't play second fiddle to anybody.

Mm.

That's before I came along.

Oh, cocky looks good on you.

You know.

Woman, my lips are sealed.

That's not what you said the other night.

[laughs]

Eh...

Where's the fire, Goldilocks?

Hey, Leslie.

Detective Malone. I just, I'm grabbing

a quick bite on my way back to work,

and I'm kind of in a rush, so...

Yeah.

Well, I see why you ditched that firefighter.

Derek?

Oh, God, the sound of his name just irks me.

Well, Derek's not really my problem anymore.

I'm more concerned about surviving my boss,

who already thinks I am a walking disaster.

If she catches me even remotely slacking today,

I may not live to, uh, clock out, so...

Thanks.

Lia Whitmore, Chief of Staff?

-Uh, yeah. -She's no joke.

Tell me about it. [chuckles]

I heard what happened.

News travels fast around this hospital.

I plan to talk to my department heads,

but first I want to hear it from you.

I was out of the office most of the day.

I just came back in,

and when I went to log in onto my computer,

the lab employee schedule page was open,

information I have no need to access.

Security breach?

Presumably.

I called IT immediately.

And?

They said they're investigating.

IT speak for they don't know a damn thing.

Maybe the cameras caught something?

According to security, the system was down

around the time my office got hit.

They're blaming it on a software update.

Of course. Anything else?

There were two failed login attempts

before my password worked.

Any patient files touched?

No, thank God. Can you imagine the HIPAA nightmare?

So...

if they weren't after patient data,

what were they looking for?

That's the million-dollar question.

? ?

Hi, baby.

? ?

Thank you, you sweetie.

Back for cotillion practice?

Uh, something like that.

Either way, it's good to see you.

Although, I hope it isn't anything serious.

I didn't pull you away from anything major, did I?

Not at all. I was chatting with Nicole.

We ran into each other at the atrium.

Oh, yeah. How's she doing?

You know Nicole, always has an opinion

on everything and everyone.

But either way, it's good to see you.

Your timing couldn't have been better.

If you hadn't called, I probably would have swung by

the casino to see Joey.

It's a simple yes or no question.

Were you and my mom having an affair before my dad died?

Deanna...

Don't run that smooth act on me.

I'm not some kid you can pat on the head and walk away from.

-Now answer the damn question. -EMPLOYEE: Boss.

I'm in the middle of something.

Customer at table 19 claims he hit big

and didn't get paid.

Uh, security is dragging him out,

but he's talking about going public

unless he can talk to the owner.

I'll be there in a minute.

I'm sorry, we'll have to take this up another time.

Are you serious right now?

If that guy goes public, the clip goes viral,

and that brings the wrong kind of attention.

Since when do you care about your reputation?

I don't. I care about my business.

That's something else I have in common with your mother.

Avoid me all you want, Joey, but I will find the truth.

And when I do, you're gonna have more

than an angry customer to answer to.

I am so sorry about all of this.

Stop. Don't do that to yourself.

These things happen.

To me, more times than I care to admit.

I started being careful

after Leslie and the whole mess with Eva.

At least, I thought I did.

But I wrote down my password

and put it somewhere somebody could find it,

so it's my own damn fault.

IT told you to change the password.

-Already handled. -Good.

Let's not make any panicked moves. Not yet.

I don't want the board or the press

getting wind of a breach.

This stays contained till we lock it down.

You don't want to contact the authorities?

IT needs time to trace this.

The last thing Garland needs is a headline

before we know what we're dealing with.

And that is why you are the chief.

Thank you for staying so levelheaded about this.

We're not out of the woods yet.

Maintenance needs to change the locks on your door tonight,

and no more notes with passwords.

[phone chimes]

There's a situation in pediatrics

that needs my attention.

Uh, I will call maintenance to put in the work order.

It's the least I can do after the colossal screwup.

If you want to call, fine,

but don't let this stew.

Whoever compromised Garland's integrity,

we'll find them.

And there will be consequences.

You have my word.

[door closes]

To borrow from my cinematic shero Glenn Close,

I don't like to be ignored.

I believe the line is, "I'm not going to be ignored."

Okay, haven't you heard of paraphrasing?

And since when do you start quoting movie dialogue?

Verbatim.

I can't help it.

I'm a sucker for the oldies.

Back when thrillers had bite.

Crazy about Fatal Attraction.

Mm. Glenn Close just wanted a man to call her back

and the whole world labeled her as crazy

because she refused to vanish quietly.

-Can't relate to that at all. -Hmm.

Then there's Devil in a Blue Dress.

Mm.

Yeah, the one where the woman knows

survival's another kind of performance.

She'd walk into a room, and every time,

she knew that she belonged there,

even though the world didn't want her there.

I mean, half the men, well, they wanted to save her,

the other half wanted to expose her,

and she let them think they were choosing.

Mm-hmm.

Then there's, uh,

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate.

Ooh, that's a cautionary one right there.

Oh, poor Lynn Whitfield. Okay, look.

All she wanted was to be loved right.

Until that man treated her heart like a game

and then called her crazy when she stopped playing.

Hmm.

And last but not least,

Basic Instinct.

Mm.

Yeah.

A dogged detective desperate to solve a murder.

Mm.

And he also was trying to stay withdrawn

from that fine as hell femme fatale

who may or may not have done it.

Mm.

And if my memory serves me,

that cop failed miserably at resisting

Sharon Stone's charms.

Mm. Almost as miserably

as you are at resisting mine.

[Marcel chuckles]

I don't want to bore you more than I already have

-talking about my day. -Oh, I don't mind.

You said you had a showing earlier today

when I texted. Uh, how'd it go?

A son actually interested in his mother's life?

I'm not sick. Can I just miss my mom?

Sorry, sweetie, but not without having your head examined.

Unless you have some ulterior motive.

Okay, fine. Um...

I'm worried about you.

A quick phone check-in could have handled that.

Yeah, only for you to tell me everything's good

so I can focus on school.

I know how much that fight you had with Deanna upset you.

Deanna loves you, Mom.

She just has a hard time showing it.

Hmm.

I swear, your sister came out of the womb

already rolling her eyes at me.

What is it about mothers and daughters?

My mother and I were always at each other's throats,

just like Mom was with my grandmother.

Breaks my heart that Deanna and I inherited

the exact same generational curse.

Not all moms and daughters are constantly at war.

I mean, look at your friends.

You're right about that.

Despite a few hiccups with Chelsea,

Dani and her daughters have always

enjoyed a close relationship.

Same with Nicole and Kat.

I suppose that stems from the unbreakable bond

that Dupree sisters share with their own mother.

Unfortunately, I'm no Anita Dupree,

a fact to which your sister can certainly attest.

Okay, EGOT or not, you're a great mom.

I wouldn't trade you.

You are so sweet.

It's just that my twin sister can be a handful.

Hmm. That's an understatement on par with saying

Leslie Thomas and her daughter caused

-a bit of a dustup when they moved to town. -[phone buzzing]

Well, if it isn't my second favorite man on the planet.

Second? Who knocked me out of first?

My son, of course.

Oh. Well, that's all right.

But right now, it's your daughter I'm concerned about.

You should be, too.

Why?

Did something happen with Deanna?

I'd rather not get into it over the phone.

Oh, no, please don't tell me something went wrong.

What? Oh. Oh, no, nothing.

-Okay. -Uh, nothing that concerns you, anyway.

Uh, everything seems to be running smoothly,

-as far as I know. -Okay. Thank God.

I almost hyperventilated on my way back.

-Are you just getting in? -Oh, no. No, ma'am.

I have been here all day. I just...

I snuck out for a couple of seconds

because I needed to get some real food.

The last time I trusted the cafeteria's eggplant parmesan,

I spent half my shift praying to Saint Pepto, so...

-It is okay, really. -Okay.

I am not a narc.

Uh, although, since you have been here for a while,

did you happen to see anybody around my office earlier?

-Did I? -What does that mean?

Well, let's just say, if the hospital was hosting

a popularity contest, you would take home the crown,

no sweat. Well, let's see.

First, there was your son-in-law,

the reporter extraordinaire himself.

Then Naomi rolled through.

I thought she was here to visit me, her bestie,

but no, she was here to see her favorite aunt.

Naomi and Smitty?

I remember Naomi texting me that she was dropping

something off, but I had no idea Smitty was looking for me.

Yeah, not a single missed call or text.

ASHLEY: Hmm.

Did he happen to mention why he was visiting?

Uh, yeah, he said something about cotillion, I think?

Of course, that makes sense.

There is still a mountain of prep

before Samantha's big debut.

Well, that explains it, then.

Look, I really have to get back to work,

but, um, can you do me a favor and just, uh,

you don't have to mention to the chief that I skipped out.

I'm already on pretty thin ice with her.

-Your secret is safe with me. -Thank you.

[line ringing]

Hi, there, my wonderful and handsome son-in-law.

I have a quick question for you. Nothing urgent.

Just give me a ring when you can.

All right. Bye.

I have a suggestion.

Why don't we act out one of my favorite scenes

from that movie that you love so much

right here in this restaurant.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

The one where Sharon Stone

reveals that she ain't wearing no panties?

Woman, you all sorts of crazy, ain't you?

For you.

You would do it right here in public?

-Right now? -Well, that depends

if you are finally going to tell me

where you are taking me for our date.

Not this again.

Now what? Come on.

I mean, you got to give in order to get,

and it will be well worth it, baby.

You really are relentless, aren't you?

Baby, you have no idea.

Why are you so against letting me surprise you?

If I told you now, it would ruin the whole moment.

Okay, look, I am sorry, all right?

I'm just used to being the one in control, all right?

Anything unexpected, it just throws me off-kilter.

Oh, hell no. What the hell is she doing here?

Let me get a rum and Coke.

On my tab, since I owe you.

And a spicy margarita while you're at it.

Coming right up.

I take it your kiki with our future stepdad

didn't end in a hug and a selfie?

Got here as soon as I could.

What happened with Deanna?

JOEY: Here.

Something tells me you're gonna need it.

The nerve of that girl, to corner you like that-

in your own place of business, no less.

Oh, I've been cornered by worse.

But I will say this:

your daughter has some backbone.

Yeah, maybe too much for her own good.

I can't believe sh-she interrogated you on

if we were having an affair before Doug died

after I emphatically told her we weren't.

After I looked her in the eye and promised.

I hoped I'd put that nonsense to bed.

Well, we weren't having an affair

in the sense that your husband knew about it,

but your daughter is digging in places where she shouldn't.

This is the last thing I need.

I won't explain an open marriage to my grieving child.

Deanna and my relationship is already

hanging by the thinnest thread imaginable.

Donnell and I were just talking about it.

How she has always been at odds with me.

How every word I say turns into a fight.

If she finds out the truth now...

if she finds out I lied to her face...

...I won't just lose her trust,

it'll destroy whatever's left between us.

You were just with Donnell?

Yeah. Uh, I wrapped my showing early.

He texted saying he was in town and wanted to see me and...

Talk about a pleasant surprise.

He was worried about me after the fight with Deanna.

It was...

-it was sweet, actually. -[chuckles]

Or strategic.

Implying?

You know your kids better than I do,

but don't you think it's just a little convenient

when one just happens to show up to look after you

right when the other one is peppering me

with questions and accusations?

Oh, my God.

They Wonder-Twinned me.

You just asked him point-blank if he was

doing Mom before Dad died?

Please don't say it like that.

The image that popped in my head makes me want

to cover this bar in barf.

But yeah.

I asked.

And? I mean, what'd he say?

Creep wouldn't answer. He just kept pitching,

"There's nothing to see here," like a used-car salesman.

He gives me the ick, Donnell.

I mean...

At worst, he's...

a home-destroyer that broke up our family

and drove Dad to drink and drive.

And at best?

A grave robber swooping in to steal Mom

while Dad's burial plot was still warm.

That guy's vibes are way off.

I feel you. I do.

But we have to face facts.

Mom and Joey are involved whether we like it or not.

ASHLEY: Check his vitals every two hours.

And if anything changes with his oxygen levels,

I need you to page Dr. Reeves immediately.

Got it?

Call me if you need me. Okay.

Hey. Everything okay?

Hi, there, again. Have you seen the chief?

She isn't in her, in her office?

I just came from there.

What did I do now?

It's not you.

It's... something else.

Like what?

Something I'd rather discuss with her.

Of course. Sorry. Um... You know, uh, last I heard,

I think she was paged to pediatrics for an emergency.

That was my impression, too,

but I was just down in peds, and they said they hadn't seen her.

-Well, that's odd. -Right.

Maybe she stepped out for some fresh air?

Maybe.

Since when do fine, upstanding police detectives

break bread with known criminals?

I know this thing was not referring to me.

Because the only thing unlawful here is your hot breath.

Still repeating that fairy tale that it wasn't you

that tried to kill Dr. Dupree's assistant not once, but twice?

I know it was you

who ran that poor girl off the road

and then tried to finish her off in my hospital.

Lia, I'm curious about something.

What's the going rate for chief of staff these days?

Why on Earth would I discuss my salary with you?

No, it's okay, girl. Don't tell me.

Yeah, just make sure you have it prepared for the judge

for when I sue your uppity ass for defamation.

Ladies. All right.

Neutral corners.

Let's keep it classy.

Oh, like she's capable of that.

For the life of me, I will never understand

why Dr. Richardson took a wrecking ball to his marriage

for the likes of you.

Mm. Why don't you ask your new friend here?

I'm sure he can tell you all about why.

Men just can't get enough of Leslie.

-New friend? -Mm-hmm.

Oh. No, sweetie.

Malone and I go way back, don't we?

I just realized you two had beef.

And I wouldn't have text you if it wasn't important.

Hold up. You texted her?

Lia occasionally consults for the department.

And I need your input on a new case.

That better be the only thing you givin' input on.

You know, Lia...

...now that I am running my own medical facility,

I'm sure we'll be bumping into each other more often.

Really, Malone? Leslie Thomas?

I don't judge your personal life.

-Don't judge mine. -You're right.

It's not my business if you're a glutton for punishment.

So what is this case you need my input on?

It concerns your hospital.

Did you just say that we need to face facts?

I thought I was the only one who had a problem,

since you've been around here acting like the president

of the Joey Appreciation Society.

I had my doubts, too.

And then you went soft.

More like I opened my eyes.

I saw how happy he makes Mom. So what if Joey has a rep?

He really does seem to care about her.

That's the thing, Donnell.

He cared so much that he stole Mom right from under Dad,

while he was still alive, while we were still a family.

I'm not saying it's right,

or that it doesn't hurt, because it does.

I want to see our parents back together more than anything.

Then how can you be so calm about this?

Because Dad's gone.

He's not coming back.

And I like to think about what he would want.

Justice.

Harmony. Us coming together,

not you fighting with Mom every second.

None of it will bring him back.

And if Joey makes Mom happy

after everything that's happened,

isn't that what's important?

Think about it.

Would you rather have Mom here,

bitter and alone while we're off at school?

At least now she has some company.

Someone to distract her after everything that's happened.

Someone to make her feel like she has a reason

to get up in the morning.

I guess I see your point.

Maybe we need a distraction, too.

Isn't that what the drinks are for?

What if we take this party to the club?

I mean, I could call some of my boys.

-You text your girls... -Or you both can explain

why you're plotting behind my back.

Mom. What are you doing here?

Catching you two red-handed.

-What now? -A woman's here to see you.

I-I patted her down, checked her bag, made sure she's clean.

Did she give a name?

Howdy, partner.

Oh.

This day's just getting better and better.

What kind of case involving my hospital?

Let's just say I'm connecting some dots.

Have you noticed any one of your workers

willing to pick up some new shifts

or volunteering for some hours they would normally turn down?

Other than practically everyone?

We're short-staffed.

Forced overtime is the new normal.

If you're looking for someone overworked and underpaid,

pick a name out of a hat.

What about broke?

Gambling debts?

Foreclosures?

Something someone needs some fast cash for?

And I'm supposed to know that how?

I run a hospital, not a bank.

Sometimes, people need advances.

You'd have to talk to Tammy in accounting about that.

But tell me, what exactly are you sniffing around for?

Well, I can't get into detail, but

if you notice any staff is willing to do something strange

for a piece of change, or something doesn't add up...

I'd appreciate a call.

Malone, wait.

You think of something?

I did.

I'm all ears.

Something odd did happen at the hospital today.

One of our doctors reported that her computer

had been accessed without her permission.

Hmm. That is odd for a hospital.

Y'all's security is usually pretty tight.

Which is why I found it odd.

Hmm. You think this doctor's crying wolf?

Jury's still out,

but this isn't her first time

at the receiving end of this type of shenanigans.

Hmm. Go on.

Well, I didn't think much of it earlier.

Security breach? Someone snooping?

Doesn't happen often,

but with your new girlfriend around, pays to worry.

Oh. Never mind her.

What made you bring this up?

You're asking all these questions

about strange behavior for money.

I just thought maybe this ties in somehow.

But...

No.

Forget I said anything.

She would never do something untoward.

Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

Who's the doctor in question?

Oh, Detective Malone. Hi, again.

Working hard or hardly working?

Working hard, always. Why? Did someone say something?

Relax. It's just a figure of speech.

-Oh. -Excuse me.

Ah, Chief. There you are.

What's happened now?

Nothing's happened.

Well, not that I know of, anyway.

No, uh, uh, sorry. Just wanted to say that Dr. Dupree

was looking for you earlier.

It seemed like she was concerned about something.

-I'll stop by her office. -Great.

How are things with you?

-Me? -Mm-hmm.

Great.

Yeah, today, I, uh, reviewed and approved

the shift schedules for the entire nursing staff.

I conducted rounds on every floor.

I double-checked the supply logs,

and I even mediated a dispute between two nurses over-

-Okay. -It was a simple question, Nurse Morgan.

Save the daily recap for your TikTok.

Right.

Sorry, Chief.

-Mm. -You know, look, I-I actually just

wanted to express my gratitude to you and Shanice

for giving me this supervisor role.

Uh, it's been challenging, but it's made me up my game

in ways I never expected.

Like ass-kissing.

Uh... Uh... I...

I'm just giving you a hard time.

You know, actually,

you remind me a little of myself when I was starting out.

I do?

Yep.

Without all the nervous energy, of course.

Right.

Don't lose that fire, Morgan.

That willingness to do whatever it takes to prove yourself.

I see a great future for you here at Garland Memorial.

Thanks, Chief.

That is, if you play your cards right.

What do you want, Leslie?

Is that how you talk to your business associates?

With the charm of a disgruntled bouncer?

Only the ones who don't understand

the concept of "silent" partner.

Oh, you can be quiet all you like. I'm not built for it.

Shocking.

Now, I know you don't want to be bothered

with the day-to-day aspects of running the clinic.

I mean, you are a very busy man,

counting money, making deals, and...

drinking yourself into a stupor.

Out with it, Leslie.

-Why are you here? -Okay.

What would you think about adding

a holistic/integrative health aspect

to the clinic?

Not interested.

Ah-ah-ah.

Studies have shown that clinics are offering

more functional medicine, acupuncture, naturopathy,

also state-of-the-art devices like cryotherapy

and IV vitamin drips

are much better for patient outcomes.

Well, your good intentions aside,

if that's what they are...

...it sounds pricey.

Good thing I have a silent partner

with deeper pockets than the Potomac.

What are you babbling about now, Mom?

I'm getting real tired of you speaking to me like that.

I don't care how grown you think you are,

I am still your mother.

-No, she doesn't mean... -And that goes for you, too.

You think I can't see through

that little Wonder Twin stunt you just pulled?

Uh, Wonder Twins?

Got me.

You used to do this all the time when you were kids.

One of you would distract me,

while the other worked your father

until you both got what you wanted.

Doug was the one who used to call it that.

He'd laugh and say, "They Wonder-Twinned us again."

It was some old cartoon he watched when he was little.

You two sure had him wrapped around your fingers.

So you do remember being married to Dad?

Nice selective memory, since it never kicked in

while you were in Joey's bed.

Your insinuations are simply not true.

-Lies. -Yo, that's uncalled for, sis.

As if she's not out of line.

You and Joey were going at it like rabbits on Red Bull

behind Dad's back.

Why won't you just admit it?

Come in.

Detective Malone.

Is there something I can do for you?

There sure is.

You can tell me everything you know about

the security breach that happened on your watch.

How did you hear about the security breach?

I'm the one asking the questions.

Not if you want me to talk.

Goody Two-shoes Dr. Dupree

would really not cooperate with the cops?

Try me.

Found out about it from your boss, Dr. Whitmore.

Lia?

She told me that she wasn't calling the authorities.

That she wanted to handle this in-house and keep it contained.

That's why she called me.

Dr. Whitmore and I go way back.

Doing this as a favor and off book.

Well, I feel absolutely terrible.

Everyone in the hospital is so concerned lately.

Up in arms about cyber criminals, ransomware attacks,

hackers trying to access patient information.

And then, they get in the old-fashioned way,

using my password.

Well, the problem isn't that you slipped.

It's what someone did with the slip.

Can you think of anyone who might do this?

No, no one comes to mind.

If that's all you got for me...

It is. Sorry I couldn't have been more help.

In that case, thanks for your time, Doc.

I'll be in touch.

[door opens, closes]

What do you mean by "play my cards right"?

I shouldn't have said anything.

No, please, I-I want to hear what's on your mind.

I really want to do a good job,

and look, I could take all the career advice I can get.

It's not exactly career advice, it's more personal.

What do you mean?

I hesitate to overstep, but...

Ashley, you're young, bright, ambitious.

I would caution you to prioritize yourself

and your career goals at this time in your life

above all else,

especially men.

Just something to keep in mind.

You are nuttier than I thought

if you think I'm gonna pony up any more cash for that clinic.

Oh, come on, Joey, I thought that you wanted this to succeed.

No. What I wanted was a legitimate business

that looks good to the IRS and the feds,

and for those she-dragons at that overpriced country club

to stop giving Vanessa grief about me.

I belong to that club, too.

And every time you walk through the door,

you prove that money can buy anything.

You know, I didn't come here to be insulted.

I came here because I actually believed

that we were building something.

No, you came here because you believed I'd keep

bankrolling your vanity project.

Two things can be true at once.

You know, for a man who loves to be in control,

you sure don't handle gratitude very well.

-Gratitude? -Mm.

Gratitude? For what?

The privilege of watching you spend my money?

Oh, Joey, please.

Do you know that I brought you that deal,

and I could've taken it anywhere?

Hell, maybe I should have.

But see, I figured this wonderful,

dangerous man with all this swagger

would actually have a vision, but clearly,

I was wrong.

So, I guess I'll just mosey on over

to that overpriced country club

and find myself a new investor.

Good luck with that.

I make my own luck, Joe.

You know...

...you are a very hard nut to crack.

Hmm.

It's a good thing I got me a nutcracker

in my ChelseaKat bag.

Why don't you just say it?

Say you've been sleeping with Joey Armstrong

long before Dad died.

Say it louder, why don't you?

In fact, say it a million times if you want.

It won't make it any more true.

God, I'm so sick of this.

Sick of the lying. Sick of the secrecy.

-Sick of you. -Deanna, just-just breathe, okay?

You're making yet another scene.

Oh, you're worried of what people might think of me?

Not the fact that you were cheating on Dad

with Joey Armstrong?

-Sweetheart, please, you... -Don't touch me.

I know you're upset with me, but we cannot continue like this.

Why don't you just crawl back to your sleazy boyfriend?

He's all you care about anyway.

Deanna. Deanna, wait.

-I have to go after her. -DONNELL: No.

No, let me.

I know how to talk her down when she gets like this.

Wonder Twin sense and all.

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