"Belle, what's wrong? You sound a little worried," John asked as his daughter called him at work. "Dad, I just wondered if you know that Mom stayed home from work today?" "No, I didn't. Is she okay?" "Yeah, but you can't talk to her. She is on the couch asleep. Are you …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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