I'd never again view that chair as a relaxant, though.

As most people who've been here with the two of us, he avoided that chair.

If my fate worries you, place that chair before the door.

They'll be throwing that chair out of here in another minute.

He's owned that chair for nearly fifteen years; he must know more about it than we do.

You know they complained to me about breaking that chair?

"There's space on that wall if you move that other chair over," he said.

Even then, I wanted that chair for my own.

Maybe as a last act you might do it before you leave that chair.

Marie collapsed onto the grass: it was hard work, pushing that chair.