Marlena Evans-Black rushed around her office trying to gather all her things to leave. The janitors locked up the main entrance doors early and if she wasn’t out of there in time, she'd be using the back ally doors, which didn’t really appeal to her much. She stopped her mad dashes around the office and …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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