"John, can you bring Claire's shoes for me?" Marlena walked down the penthouse stairs, her granddaughter attached to her hips. "When is Shawn picking her up?" As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Claire squirmed in Marlena's arms. "Never mind." "Dada!" "That's your papa, let's hope he remembered the car seat …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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