“It kept its promise,” Eliska whispered. Her voice was rusty, like a door on old hinges.
“For the next sad potato. Pass it on.”
Eliska froze. People usually said hello or are you lost? Not sad potato .
Weeks passed. One morning, a green shoot pushed through the dirt.
Espectaculares fotografías de gente bonita, y viajes por el mundo, las imágenes más sexys están aquí.
