Marlena walked into her townhouse still dazed. She tossed her purse and keys on the desk by the door and moved over to sit on the edge of the couch. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand. Her eyes tearing slightly. “How did this happen? What am I going to do? I …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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