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I NAMED MY broom TAT (thin-ass tree) and from that moment on the two of us became the best of friends. Almost immediately, I had forgotten about Wendy. It was only when I met TAT that I realized Wendy wasn't good enough for me. Not even in the slightest. My relationship with Wendy wasn't fulfilling... at least, not as fulfilling as my romance with my beautiful broom.