“Stop! You are getting it all over!” “I am not!” “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you how to use a spooo… oh no!” “Belle… are the potatoes suppose to explode like that?” “They are not exploding Brady!” “It’s practically a volcano!” “Don’t help him Sami!” The voices continue to …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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