“Honey, would you get that please?” Marlena shouts from the living room floor, where she is laying on her back, playing airplane with her granddaughter. “And the plane goes brrrr! Yes that’s right darling. One more time! Brrrr…” The curly haired 1 year old desperately tries to repeat her grandmothers Brr-sound, without much success. “That’s …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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