Miriam Gregarian is a young woman, daughter to Michael Gregarian and sister to Haykh and Simon Gregarian.
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In the backseat was Miriam Gregarian, who was decked out like a beach house, hair all done up in waves, got maybe thirty kinds of makeup on, and she wore this tight strappy thing that showed off her abundant parts. She bin whispering into her phone the whole way. Miriam was just past nineteen years old, so she was growed up in the eyes of the government and bra manufacturers but not her father.
Miriam was Mr. Gregarian’s daughter, and she was pushing past nineteen. She was a spray-on tangerine-cream white girl, pretty as a pumpkin despite the disaffected curls of hair blocking her face. Thumper wondered if she was really still a virgin. Maybe. She ain’t look it, but you could tell she was trying-a look sluttier than she was. She was all dolled up with ruby lipstick, blooming blush and scarlet mascara, and she got a bare midriff and a bikini under that halter-top. She got a bitch-happy way of talking too.