She generously rubbed the smooth surface with the silky material until it shone crystal clear. She hated when her patients touched her belongings. It was as if they doubted her credentials as a psychiatrist and needed the black and white proof. Being the “good doctor” that she was, she never stopped them, instead she would …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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