Marlena sat bored watching the performers on stage, one being her sister. Her father sat next to her, and her mother in front. She leaned her head against the wall willing not to fall asleep. She heard some mumbling going on and was surprised to see the man she loved standing before her father. His …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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