In His Voice
I remembered a night when a drunken Tony decleared to never sleep around because he got heart broken.
"What? Tony would rather dance nude in front of the white house than spend a night alone."
"Could you guys chat without disturbing people? You're blocking the entrance," a voice I knew, and dreaded, said.
I turned to face the queen of my nightmares. "Hello, Sofia. You look lovely."
"And you look as plain as always, Alexia Dog," she sneered and her two minions laughed along with her.
"It's Dawson," I corrected silently as I watched her walk away.
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