Joy slipped giggling out of my grip before I could snatch one last kiss. He paused by the revolving door teasingly, turned, blew me a kiss then pushed himself out, sending the door spinning - pushing in keen Misery, who hurtled towards me open-armed, wet and clinging. Her turn at last.
50-word story
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