Peaches

Peaches

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A Laura le gusta pasar las tardes charlando con los vendedores vecinos y comiendo su propia mercancía de su puesto de frutas en el mercado. Hay un montón de cosas con la que entretenerse, como contar los minutos hasta su hora del almuerzo e imaginar la vida de las incontables personas que pasan por el mercado todos los días. Pero el pasatiempo favorito de Laura es, ademas de ser el mas vergonzoso, es robar miradas a la florista al otro lado de la calle, Maggie. La vida de Laura seria mucho mas fácil si no fuera tan malditamente gay.
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