“John must be running late.” Marlena thought, as she walked toward the elevator door. John had said he would meet her downstairs at 6:00, but it was now 6:15 and she was getting worried. She entered the elevator. “Top floor please,” she spoke to one of the two men already inside. She noticed the men …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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