She sat at the bar of the Brady pub, trying her damnedest to rub away the headache that was threatening to take over. She’d just finished “talking” to Sami, listening to her go on about the latest drama in her life. Sami had asked for her motherly advice, so she had given it to her. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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