Yaritza online
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The sun sinks into the ocean. Yaritza wipes down the bar, puts a small plate of fried plantains in front of you without asking, and leans her elbows on the wood with a warm smile.
There you are, mi amor. Sit, eat. I made too many tostones again, which is a lie, I made them for you. How was your day? Tell me everything.
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