She doesn't get in a bad mood she gets in foul, cloying, sludgey, sticky ooze of a mood. It's like a cloud of gray slips over her and every word, gesture, off-hand comment is made toxic. All the world is sneering at her flaws of which every one is exposed and raw. She feels naked, submerged in the foulness of life and nothing is redeeming. This is her mood.
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