The young man sat in front of the keyboard for what seemed like forever. His eyes re-reading the email for the umpteenth time, but while he could see the words and he understood, the brain didn’t comprehend the whole situation. He knew that there were senior officials in front of him, he was the …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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