The fog rising above the water enveloped him as he stared out over the moonlit expanse of open water beyond the pier. The eerie silence mirroring his mood as he stood pensive and tense, hands clenched in the pockets of his coat. He wasn’t sure what had pulled him to this place again tonight, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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