“LISANNE” he roared. In what seemed slow-motion the images of the horrific event that happened in front of him were painfully branded in his memory for ever. He screamed with all his might to warn her, but he was too late. He saw his daughter flick her blonde hair while she turned her head towards …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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