“Which do you like, the red or the black?” Marlena asked, holding up two dresses. John smiled widely. “I like them both! Why don’t you try them on so I can see which I like better?” “Why don’t I just get them both? I really don’t feel like trying them on,” she replied. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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