Walk On By

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For the 100th time, Miranda looked at her pedometer. She just needed 2,000 more steps.

A car passed her on the quiet street and she watched it go. Black... shiny. Sighing, she changed the song, letting Beyoncé hype her up.

Circling the block for the last time, she heard a horn. The car from earlier. The driver poked his head from the window. "Aye, sexy!"

Ignore them.

"Big booty!"

Pausing, she turned to him. "What?"

"Let me holla at you right quick," he laughed.

"I'm walkin' here." The car stopped. "Go on now."

"Come home, baby."

Miranda smiled. "Soon, Benjamin."

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