With every blow of the wind the rain hits my face. I'm not even halfway there and my jeans are already soaked. Just imagine what my hair looks like! Pfft... all that on a Monday morning! I'm going to be soaked during German class. Oh, it's my own fault. I should have gotten out of …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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