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Name: Miranda Ward
Age: 35
Height: 5’2
Build: Petite but curvy (torso size 8, hips closer to a 10 UK size)
Hair: Dark brown reaching to her bra strap in a ‘v’ often worn in a pony
Occupation: Sales and customer support
Status: Recently dis-engaged, a free egg and lurving it
Miranda accelerated as much as she could, but the younger Bex was slightly more powerful than she was, though Miranda had the stamina, endurance that Bex lacked.
But she sprinted down the path of the park as fast as she could, feeling her right eye sting as a bead of perspiration dripped right into her eye.
The building where they lived loomed into view as the path twisted and turned around the old oak trees, the early signs of spring buds on the tips of the branches.
Moment slater Bex reached the gate, their finishing line, Miranda following her around 20 seconds later. Bex was already walking around with her hand son her hips, looking up as she inhaled deeply.
Miranda had moved into the old converted Victorian school as she graduated, and started her MSc just over ten years ago. She had bought it just before the housing boom in London, and it suited her down to the ground. Bex, had moved in a few years ago, with her Mother, and they had soon formed a friendship.
http://www.swindonadvertiser.co.uk/resources/images/3658167/?type=responsive-gallery
As Miranda's breathing started to calm down, she smiled before turning to face the younger Bex.
"One day we should extend the distance of the sprint Bex!" she stated, her eyes full of mischief. She continued walking around in her rather bright patterned 3/4 length running capris and a matching crop bra under her loose racerback running vest.
Name: Miranda Ward
Age: 35
Height: 5’2
Build: Petite but curvy (torso size 8, hips closer to a 10 UK size)
Hair: Dark brown reaching to her bra strap in a ‘v’ often worn in a pony
Occupation: Sales and customer support
Status: Recently dis-engaged, a free egg and lurving it
Miranda accelerated as much as she could, but the younger Bex was slightly more powerful than she was, though Miranda had the stamina, endurance that Bex lacked.
But she sprinted down the path of the park as fast as she could, feeling her right eye sting as a bead of perspiration dripped right into her eye.
The building where they lived loomed into view as the path twisted and turned around the old oak trees, the early signs of spring buds on the tips of the branches.
Moment slater Bex reached the gate, their finishing line, Miranda following her around 20 seconds later. Bex was already walking around with her hand son her hips, looking up as she inhaled deeply.
Miranda had moved into the old converted Victorian school as she graduated, and started her MSc just over ten years ago. She had bought it just before the housing boom in London, and it suited her down to the ground. Bex, had moved in a few years ago, with her Mother, and they had soon formed a friendship.
http://www.swindonadvertiser.co.uk/resources/images/3658167/?type=responsive-gallery
As Miranda's breathing started to calm down, she smiled before turning to face the younger Bex.
"One day we should extend the distance of the sprint Bex!" she stated, her eyes full of mischief. She continued walking around in her rather bright patterned 3/4 length running capris and a matching crop bra under her loose racerback running vest.