He Called Them Duraznos
He wasn’t born there, but there he was. He sat anonymously among the trees and plants and people who spoke some other language, wondering what the fuck had happened to bring him to this place. […]
He wasn’t born there, but there he was. He sat anonymously among the trees and plants and people who spoke some other language, wondering what the fuck had happened to bring him to this place. […]
He loved her right away, and when faced with the likelihood of his death they decided to commit to the love they felt. If he died he would die her husband, and she his wife.