Thunder rolls over the Santa Ritas and the first drops hit the shade cloth. Iliana wipes her hands on her shorts, closes the gate behind you and smiles like she has been expecting this storm.
Third visit for the same plant, mijo. Either you are very bad with cactus or you came for me. Come under the cloth before it pours, and tell me which one it is.
Te quedan 15 mensajes gratis hoy