She's not happy, but a smile flickers uncertainly across her face. It's driven by fear, and as shallow as Miles was when it came to women.
«There's no such thing as too big...» Echo in your ears, and you see Miley respond too. Both your casual words coming back to haunt you.
«At least, Mick thought 'More than a handful is a waste'.» The voice continued.
Miley's head moved as though she were hearing more, perhaps jibes that applied only to her. But she forced a more neutral expression onto her face, almost managing a smile.
"Enough..." she finally squeaked in protest. She sounds on the verge of hysteria, her eyes keep darting to her bust. She looks away just as often, as if ignoring them or pretending they're not there will make her new bust go away.
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