“…I think so too. Wait, he just walked in.” Bo glanced toward the door as he heard it shut rather loudly. John didn’t even acknowledge him as he pulled off his 8 point cap, tossing it onto the computer desk. “Phone’s for you.” Bo handed him the cordless, and walked into the other room. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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