The Photo Collector
“I know that the answer to my question is pretty obvious, but I’ll still ask anyway. Have you seen Samantha?”
“She called you earlier, didn’t she?” Rabiya asked back. Her eyebrows shot towards the ceiling, like what she always did unconsciously. She was beautiful, but she didn’t really care how she looked. She had a long, shiny, dyed in fading grey color hair that was extended down to her waist. It bounced smoothly every time she walked. She had no accessories. She never wore any of those. She was the simplest girl in our class, and that made her hotter even more. Her slender body, her long neck, and her fine and narrow fingers were something that would always attract the boys. We would ofte
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