“I’ve got to find a way to get her away from that monster, before it’s too late!” His last statement to Abe, replayed in head as John wandered through the park. The chilly air whipped mercilessly around his ears, but he failed to notice. His thoughts and concerns focused on getting her out of danger …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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