Maelie got herself into a bit of a quandary.
She slowly pushed the table away and dragged the chair with her, thinking that it may be just the thing she’d need to get free.
But the more she tried, the more stuck she became.
I’d like to see a grown person get out of this mess.
But, I mean, a girl can only handle so much before she meets her breaking point.
Once free, she went right back on. She won’t let no inanimate object hold her down.