It is 2 in the night and Marlena Evans can’t sleep. “Never again I will eat pizza at 11 o clock” she thought out loud. Having a soda in her hand she made her way to the living room to watch TV hoping that way she would get tired and sleep. After flipping through the …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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