She twisted and squirmed in the cushioned metal chair, trying her best to concentrate on the words coming from the patient but she couldn’t stay focused and obviously neither could he. Ever since they gathered in to this room, she’s felt his eyes glaring at her, so she stared back at him with a menacing …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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