[ She brings the broom up to rest the handle over her shoulder, as if she was carrying a spear or something. ] The door, Marisa...
[ Then she blinks and looks at the end of the broom. ] It's not just an ordinary broom? I would think a hat was more special than this. [ Priorities; she has them. ]
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[ Then she blinks and looks at the end of the broom. ] It's not just an ordinary broom? I would think a hat was more special than this. [ Priorities; she has them. ]