unplanned derision
unplanned derision I found a license on the ground. Her name was Miranda Moore. I thought that sounded so glamorous, like Marilyn Monroe. I immediately began to weigh myself up next to Miranda, all 5 foot 11 inches of her. She’s probably a model. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. Miranda lives in the East Village. I assume she does yoga at one of those trendy free places you hear people talk about in the alphabet city cafes where Miranda drinks fruit...