Setting: A sunny afternoon in São Paulo. Julia and Marcos are cleaning up after a birthday party at Julia’s apartment.
Julia: (sweeping vigorously) Watch out, Marcos! Don’t just stand there! I almost swept your feet!
Marcos: (laughing) And? You think I’ll be cursed into eternal bachelorhood now?
Julia: Don’t joke! You know what they say—if someone sweeps your feet with a broom, you’ll never get married. Never! Not even Tinder can save you.
Marcos: Julia, please. That’s just an old superstition. It’s not like the broom has magical anti-marriage powers.
Julia: Easy for you to say. You weren’t swept by your grandma at age ten and then had zero dates all through high school. Coincidence? I think not.
Marcos: Or maybe you were just into boys who didn’t deserve you. That’s not magic—that’s standards.
Julia: Okay, Mr. Rational. Then explain why Mariana’s cousin Isadora got swept at her graduation party, and she’s 34 now, still single, living with three cats and talking to her plants.
Marcos: So now brooms are fortune-telling tools? Should we start using Roombas to predict divorce rates too?
Julia: Don’t mock it! There’s energy in these things. Bad luck, spiritual blockages—our ancestors believed in it for a reason!
Marcos: And our ancestors also believed eclipses were jaguars eating the sun. Look, I get it—traditions are part of our culture. But believing sweeping someone’s foot messes up their love life? That’s giving cleaning supplies too much power.
Julia: You don’t mess with Brazilian grandma wisdom. My avó once smacked my cousin with a broom for trying to sweep the house at night. She said it brings death!
Marcos: Then why isn’t the entire janitorial industry extinct by now? I mean, night shift cleaners must be ghosts!
Julia: (laughs despite herself) Okay, that’s fair. But come on, haven’t you ever felt like there’s something to it? Some beliefs aren’t logical—they’re… felt.
Marcos: I get that. Beliefs give us structure, especially when life feels random. But imagine if you missed out on a great relationship just because someone tapped your foot with a broom in 2007. Isn’t that giving superstition too much control?
Julia: Hmm. I never thought of it like that. But what if you’re wrong and the superstition is real? Then I’ve just protected you from broom doom.
Marcos: And what if you’re wrong, and you keep living in fear of accidental sweeping while I’m out getting married and dancing on a clean floor?
Julia: Then at least my floor is spiritually safe, and yours is doomed to be swept by fate.
Marcos: (smiling) Deal. You avoid my feet with that broom, and I’ll keep inviting you to my wedding one day. Just don’t blame me if I throw in a Roomba instead of rice.
Julia: That’s fine. But if you trip at the altar, don’t come crying to me. That’s the broom spirits claiming revenge.
[They both burst out laughing. The debate ends not with a resolution, but with mutual teasing and friendship intact—just as it should.]
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