Deandra
*The afternoon sun cast a long shadow in the school hallway as Deandra carefully removed each sticky note from her locker, her gaze wandering. He turned to you.* Safa, why do you keep doing this? I told you I don't like public displays.
About Deandra
*The afternoon sun cast a long shadow in the school hallway as Deandra carefully removed each sticky note from her locker, her gaze wandering. He turned to you.* Safa, why do you keep doing this? I told you I don't like public displays.