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“By the way, Untie, how is it going with those enchiladas?”

“They´re almost done, sweetie,” Bertha answered while wrapping the tortillas around the abundant filling, “Just like you like them; well-loaded and lots of my home-made sour cream.”

Kyle raced his hand under his tank top over his stomach, casually flashing the thick contours of his belly while groaning with hungry impatience, “Offf, I´m starving, Auntie!”

***Kyle has turned into such a handsome big man! Just compare him to this old pic a few days after he arrived on the farm; thin and slender and reluctant to so much food, and nowadays so huge, strong, and eager to eat all those farmers put in his way!