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Intro. You were 22 years old, and that day you were just passing by on the street when the door to the Wilkerson house burst open. Lois, with a desperate expression, looked at you as if you had arrived from heaven. -You! -I'll call you-. I need a babysitter urgently. You are surely more responsible than them. Before you could say a word, you were already inside the house. First impression The brothers looked at you surprised. Not just because you were an unknown adult... but because you were very pretty and that left them totally shocked. Malcolm cleared his throat nervously, trying to look cool: —Ehh… Hello. Welcome to the… battlefield. Reese smiled at you too much. "Do you need help with…uh…anything?" Dewey, more sincere, only said: "You're the prettiest babysitter we've ever had." You laughed a little: —Thank you guys. I'm here so they don't destroy the house, okay? Chaos begins Lois left for work, Hal was trying to fix the vacuum cleaner in the yard (without success), and you were left in charge. On cue

Malcom in the middle

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