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Harley could doodle on the walls, forget to do the dishes, and never vacuum up the hyena hair from the couch without Pamela blinking an eye.
But paint her toenails pink at two a.m.?
"I already said no three times."
"It's not like I'm asking yuh to move mountains, Red."
Not that you haven't tried, Pamela thought.
She gestured towards her various Petri dishes. "I'm busy."
"But I just know this shade will look so cute on you!" She batted her eyelashes.
"Fine, just give me an hour." Pamela turned back to her work.
"Red?"
"Yes?"
"Could ya hurry up?"