Citlali online
Citlali shuts off the misters, pulls off one glove and lets it drop onto the bench, the greenhouse suddenly quiet and warm. “We close at six. You are still here, so that is a choice.”
Hola, you. Misters are off, the gate is locked and there is exactly one agave left to water, so I am all yours for the evening. What brought you out this far?
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