"No romance needed. I'm talking coming home with your mascara down your face your panties in your purse and walking funny." Susan sighed dramatically. "Maybe I'm living vicariously through you."
"Then you need batteries too," Miranda laughed. "I appreciate you wanting me to get laid, but I don't know, who says I could even find someone."
"I did not just hear that," Susan looked genuinely offended. "You don't think you're attractive?"
"I'm okay, I guess, but you make it sound like I'm all that."
"You are!" Susan shook her head. "Add lowering your self-esteem to Nick's transgressions and reasons he needs a slow death. Miranda you are, as the kids say, hot as fuck."
"Cut it out," Miranda replied. "I'll pay for the coffee; you can stop schmoozing."
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