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Marge gets cleaning supplies and heads up to the room. She says a silent thanks to Betty for having cleaned so well. The only item that's been left behind is the bridle. She looks at it closely, and ponders what it'd be like to wear it: "If you had to wear this thing between your teeth, I guess you'd catch on in a hurry. When you felt it pull, you'd know it was time. You'd know you were going somewhere."