Sometimes,
when I'm running one or two minutes late
to catch the bus in the morning,
I find myself running a few yards,
walking a few yards,
running,
walking.
And I feel like shopgirl
going to meet ny152
at the end of You've Got Mail--
which, thankfully,
brings a small glimmer of dignity
to this embarrassing habit.
(But don't watch the whole clip.
I don't support chick flicks.)
which, thankfully,
brings a small glimmer of dignity
to this embarrassing habit.
(But don't watch the whole clip.
I don't support chick flicks.)
what, you mean they don't have a clip of just the run/walking without the lovey dovey part at the end?
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