"Don't forget to go to Gran's tonight." Shit, John had forgetten. Great, so I'm supposed to listen to the stories of that cranky woman for two hours, he thinks. "Oh, Mom, do I have to? I really can't stand those cookies of hers." His mother gives him a stern look. "Yes, you have to. Yesterday …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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