After placing the last box in the trunk , she slammed it shut and then loaded all of her bags into the backseat of her car. Picking up her kitten, she looked around a bit wistfully. Leaving her home would be hard, but she happy that she was moving to a familiar place, a place …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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