“I really don’t think you coming over is a good idea, John. Please, I don’t want to talk right now, okay. I have to go, goodbye.” A single tear ran down her check as Marlena ended the phone call. Once again pushing John away. She could hear the pain in his voice. She hated hurting …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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