She shook off the bad case of baby-brain she had at the beginning of the page but finds herself face to face with the terror of her babysitting escapade only to get smacked where the sun don't shine for her troubles. If only she saw the really huge and obvious plank of wood on the ground, balanced on a ball, in-between her legs. Damn you, hindsight.
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