Dear diary,

I practiced flying on a broom today and broke the stained glass window by the front door. Luckily the glass turned into moss when I touched them so I didn't get cut.

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I don't think I'm meant to be a broom racer.

Also, flying on brooms have become some sort of popular fad nowadays. I've seen plenty of people flying around town and the mountain on all sorts of brooms. I've even seen one where it's just a massive brush and the person that it belonged to was just laying down while flying.

I wish I was that cool.

Love,

Tina