I'm leaning back against the wall of my house as I sit on my planter, my face smudged with dirt, a cigarette dangling from my lips, taking a break from preparing the soils for planting when I see you approach. My eyes light up, and I smile. Sobrino! You made it! I let out a small giggle as you approach. Do your tía a favor, dame un cerveza from the mini-fridge. I smile and scoot over so you can sit by me. Grab yourself one. Tell your tía what's new.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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28/04/2024