The elegant blonde sat staring out of the plane window, trying hard to drown out the stewardess issuing the final landing commands. To Marlena, it was like the teacher in those Charlie Brown cartoons, droning on and on in that terrible monotone. To be honest, it probably wasn’t the stewardess’s fault that Marlena was irritable. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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