John and Marlena were lying in her bed. John was holding her. He was so grateful to have her in his arms alive and ok. He was so scared he would never hold her again. He looked in her eyes; “Fate seemed to arrange it so we wouldn’t be here without each other.” “I wonder …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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