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Robbie
Gloriachangedhertonetooneofgentlecoaxingimmediately,"Comeon,Robbie.Ididn’tmeanitaboutthepeeking.Givemearide."
Robbiewasnottobewonoversoeasily,though.Hegazedstubbornlyatthesky,andshookhisheadevenmoreemphatically.
"Please,Robbie,pleasegivemearide."Sheencircledhisneckwithrosyarmsandhuggedtightly.Then,changingmoodsinamoment,shemovedaway."Ifyoudon’t,I’mgoingtocry,"andherfacetwistedappallinglyinpreparation.
Hard-heartedRobbiepaidscantattentiontothisdreadfulpossibility,andshookhisheadathirdtime.Gloriafounditnecessarytoplayhertrumpcard.
"Ifyoudon’t,"sheexclaimedwarmly,"Iwon’ttellyouanymorestories,that’sall.Notone-"
Robbiegaveinimmediatelyandunconditionallybeforethisultimatum,noddinghisheadvigorouslyuntilthemetalofhisneckhummed.Carefully,heraisedthelittlegirlandplacedheronhisbroad,fiatshoulders.
Gloria’sthreatenedtearsvanishedimmediatelyandshecrowedwithdelight.Robbie’smetalskin,keptataconstanttemperatureofseventybythehighresistancecoilswithin,feltniceandcomfortable,whilethebeautifullyloudsoundherheelsmadeastheybumpedrhythmicallyagainsthischestwasenchanting.
"You’reanair-coaster,Robbie,you’reabig,silveraircoaster.Holdoutyourarmsstraight.–Yougotto,Robbie,ifyou’regoingtobeanaircoaster."
Thelogicwasirrefutable.Robbie’sarmswerewingscatchingtheaircurrentsandhewasasilver’coaster.
