It was trouble for me. Once I got on it I realized that all I wanted to do was cling tight until it was over. In my spare time I contemplated the tenuous grip that our chair's clamp had on the spindly steel cable.
Chloe, however, wanted to talk, wiggle, and twist around to look at things. Lucky for her, I wasn't willing to relax my grip long enough to smack her, or it might be called Chloesplatblick now.
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