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Like any mess he creates
- she has no choice, but to become the broom.

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis deano...

Oh will you look at that?

My broom stick broke...

Then you send him to Sally's...

☺

Great write!

Thank you forΒ  sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Nardine Sanderson

Hey sweetheart haha I like your style, ❀️❀️❀️ love you

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Angel

Cool write angel

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