[She succeeds, and he stumbles over his feet for a few steps into the wall- where he manages to steady himself with his free hand.
He's scowling when he looks over at her.]
You leave me no choice.
[It's hard to get an arm under her front legs, but he tries. It's a good thing he's got broad shoulders, because that's where he's intending to carry her.]
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He's scowling when he looks over at her.]
You leave me no choice.
[It's hard to get an arm under her front legs, but he tries. It's a good thing he's got broad shoulders, because that's where he's intending to carry her.]