Whatever's going on here, I want to know so that it can stop. Like, now.
Case in point: my broom is... yeah.
If I even try to walk, it's literally sweeping me off my feet so I've no choice but to be on it. So long as I'm riding on it, it's...content, I suppose.
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Things are going to be very awkward.
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