PROLOGUE: There is a certain reality that has colored my entire existence—a certain kind of clutter. When I was younger, it was my refuge. I would tuck myself away and try to hide from the black cloud of discontent that seemed destined to follow my family. I think that’s why I was always so …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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