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"I can't push them all the way down like that. Will the kind of wheelchair like loan has be easier to use? I might be able to get a green one." Fiona swung her tail fin over the side of the bed as she held onto the triangle. She was then able to swung from the bed to the chair with a plop.
"Uncle says that I will grow into the chair and that my arms are not long enough."