When I was a little boy my mother used to tell me everything there is to know about life. She took care of me and loved me with all she was. My dad on the other hand didn’t. He hated me. He yelled and hit me. He hit my mom to. One night he abused …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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