I have bought many brooms over the years in an attempt to keep ONE of them in the kitchen. Charlie is always carrying the kitchen one off to sweep the hearth, the basement, the porch….
So this one day I said, in obvious exasperation, “Do you know where my broom is?”
To which he replied:
Why?–you going somewhere?
And yet he lives.
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