What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
Marlena tried her best to keep her lips from chattering. Her plan to lure John out onto the balcony was taking longer than she had anticipated. She thought she had perfectly executed a shy sly smile his way when she had stepped out onto the balcony. She had certainly gotten his attention when, from across …
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Determined and cold, John scaled the side of the high rise. The things he did for this marriage! The memoirs of his life with Marlena are going to read like an adventure novel he thought to himself. He smiled…would he have had it any other way? He certainly, in the middle of the night contemplating …
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John stomped down the stairs, his lips a fine line of aggravation, the overly full box balanced on his left hip, he carried easily. Marlena was behind him, she slowly descended the steps, one…by…one…watching him. She may not have any memories of being a psychologist but she knew how to be patient and ponder her …
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