Come on, Georgeta, I know you can do it. Hold tight. I can't Ma, don't you see? It's wiggling around. Maybe it's on the blink, let me check. No, there is no shit fucking wrong with it, this is your fault, you've put on weight, it's just about to crackle. I didn't get fat. What's the big deal? You need balance, that's all. I'm trying, but it slips through my legs. Georgeta, you're 15 and you still don't know how to use it, all the girls know how, except you. And what if anything happens to me? It's better to die riding it as an overweight witch, than remaining a mere mortal.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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