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     The pair stood before the lodge’s swankest room, waiting to see who’d enter first. One of the two still held the hotel’s master key, and she was seized with nerves, even though the errand they needed to complete could not be more hum nor drum. The mere proximity of the magnificent person at her side made her bend the key to its breaking point.
     Two seconds later, the plastic rectangle snapped inside her palm, snagging, then ripping, her glove in the process.


1 comments:

Erika said...

Ripped gloves? Scandalous!!

So excited!

 
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