Her black hair made her face look deathly pale as she remembered her past. Everything had happened so fast. One minute she was a happy young girl loving life and the next she was as cold as ice, rebelling against everybody who offered help. She had always loved her mother, but hated her father. She …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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