She sat in her room at the Salem Inn, staring around her in disbelief. She was usually stuck in seedy, run-down motels, and compared to the last few, the Inn was as good as the Ritz. She still couldn’t believe her luck! She had won enough money with the instant-win lottery ticket to make it …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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