 post 3-still sort of cleaning Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot*
By this point, Cal was aimlessly dragging the rake around, collecting whatever came in his way. This was so boooooorrrrinnnggg. This could've been done so long agooooo.
He stopped to place his forehead on the top of the rake handle and spun around it.
Around, around, around, he went until his eyes were spinning around on their own and --whoa-- so is his head.
Cal wobbled around as his world spun, trying to focus on the people painting in front of him. That looks more interesting.
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