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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is there. Singing at the top of her lungs.*

Oooooooooooooh, I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I carry a broom that makez st'ong girlz weep,
Soooooooooo won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?

*She might be drunk.*