un-luck / panty
It was her fifth trip to the station in half as many weeks, and -- if Miranda were the bitter sort -- she’d swear the Powers That Be had it out for her. Of course, as it stood, she was currently thanking said Powers for Officer Valentine.
No one else would believe her when she said it had been an accident, anyway. (Yes, it had been her bag to go through that storefront window; yes, she had been the last one to hold it; no, it hadn’t been on purpose!)
She clutched the offending bag to her chest as she apologized profusely for the nth time that day -- before turning around and walking directly into someone else. “Aaah!” Miranda tipped dangerously backward, her arms pinwheeling to recover her balance.
.One of her hands may have, possibly, connected with something that felt like a face ... but the upside was that she wasn’t on the floor, right?
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