The penetrating, stench of beer comes towards me when I enter the club on my own. The music starts playing and the audience sways back and forth on their chairs to the hypnotic rhythm. I mingle and say hi to a few friends. Some offer me a drink, which I politely accept. It doesn’t take …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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