Marlena’s private office filled with soft Holiday music. Her shoeless feet kept with the rhythm under her desk. After reading the same line for the third time, she pushed the patient file away and removed her glasses. She regretted having to stay late to assure the department had proper coverage, while most of the staff …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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