I did it. Three little words and I felt such a sense of release, of freedom. I shot him. I donít understand the looks of surprise in their eyes, I really donít. I have this overwhelming urge to scream at my three self proclaimed protectors. OH COME ON! I did it once before and under similar …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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