"The Stupidest Angel A Heartwarming Tale Of Christmas Terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore Christopher)

Bauman who had her treadmill cranked up to eight miles per hour at that

very moment, because she was trying to lose fifteen pounds by Christmas and

fit into a red-sequined sheath cocktail dress her husband had bought for her

in a fit of sexual idealism bowled backward off her treadmill and landed in

a colorful spandex tangle of yoga students who had been practicing on the mats

behind her.



"Ow, my ass chakra!"



"That's you're root chakra."



"Feels like my ass."



"Did you see that? He nearly knocked her off her feet. Poor thing."



"Should we see if she's all right?"



"Someone should call Theo."



The exercisers opened their cell phones in unison, like the Jets flicking

switchblades as they gaily danced into a West Side Story gang-fight to the

death.



"Why did she ever marry that guy, anyway?"