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“I understand that he doesn’t notice me. Being short, Mexican, gay, and only a worker on the field,” Miguel sighed, “he could have anyone.”
“Miguel, you know I am just the accountant on this orchard, so I don’t have that much contact to Francois. But just yesterday, while we settled the accounts, he asked about you, swear to God!”
The dark head lifted slowly.
“He – he did?”
“Yep. And he was astonished how many hours you have worked.”
Hope gleamed in brown eyes.
“He knows I exist!”
His American friend smiled.
“And I think that’s him coming towards us.”
“What?”

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