She watched as the snowflakes fell down from the darken sky, the white flurries falling all round, marking each bare spot on the ground. The city lights sparkled and danced as the snow fell and sprinkled the city in white powder. She stared out, somewhat in a daze, as her thoughts began to travel about …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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