Heather walked out with the rented broom in hand. She mounted it and kicked off then immediately fell off and to the ground. "Ow." This annoyed her. She tried again and managed to stay on for a few seconds before falling. Heather looked down at her arm which was now bleeding slightly from s scratch. She cursed and walked back to the broom shed.
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