With her hands on her hips, Tracy looks around with a worried look.
"You know, I can't be dating someone who doesn't live in a clean room. In fact, I'd say we should clean up the place a bit, you know, make it good enough to look at." Tracy says. She walks out of the room and heads to the broom closet. You follows her with a curious expression.
Fetching a broomstick and pale, she walks over to you and hands them to him. "Okay, since this is your house, you're going to have to clean it. Maybe then we can go hang out together and test out my weird powers more." Tracy tells you.
"Tracy, this is stupid. I don't want to clean up!" You tell her.
Tracy then points her finger out at you and wags it. She gives a somewhat serious look. "Listen Tim, you can't just let things go on like this. Do some work around here while I'm around, or do you want me to go home and never talk to you again?"
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