Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-28578706-20180805013224/@comment-34052734-20180903210259

“Goodnight, Alice,” Donald said breathlessly, watching her saunter away. He headed inside and went in a different direction, a sour song now playing in his head. Not now, I don’t want to think about that... He warned his mind, shaking his head just barely. Donald made his way back to the recording room to collect the downloaded file of the interview from earlier.