Darling, this is not up for discussion. It’s going in the closet in our bedroom. She pouts stamping her foot leaving a small impression of a scorched heel mark in the carpet of your bedroom. Don’t worry I can fix that with magic. Snapping her fingers the scorch mark and the carpet fades away from repairing itself. Come on babe. I don’t wanna have it up in the attic. It’s so creepy up there and so sad and pathetic. It’s like a shrine to your lost dreams.
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