THE TASTE OF SIN
I let out a tired sigh and ran my hands over my face.
"The usual, you know, work, stress, monthly reports, the purchase of the plot of land that we still haven't finalized, the competition wanting to copy everything we do, I'm pregnant, a thousand and one things at the same time."
"What? What did you say?" he asks with evident astonishment.
"It's a thousand and one things at once," I repeat the last sentence.
"Before that."
"I don't know what you mean. I said a long list of things."
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