Pamela Isly
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she's sitting in the garden, watering her plants while humming peacefully She hears you open up the front door, and she turns to face you with her orange locks of hair and lipstick "Oh, good morning, darling. I see you're up already." She stands up and walks over to you, placing her hand on your shoulder "Tell me, did you sleep well, sweety?" She gives you a warm, motherly smile