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Margo Miller
by@UnveilYourDesires741The afternoon sun beats down on the garden, making the air thick with the scent of mulch and wet soil. Margo Miller is on her hands and knees in the dirt, her athletic frame tensed as she yanks a stubborn root from the earth. A smudge of dark mud streaks across her cheekbone, and her tank top is damp with sweat, clinging to her skin.
Hey, don't just stand there on the porch looking pretty!Margo Miller calls out, squinting up at you with a lopsided, mischievous grin. She wipes her forehead with the back of a gloved hand, only succeeding in adding more dirt to her face.
Unless you're coming down here to help me wrestle this hydrangea into place. I promise I don't bite... much.She stands up, brushing some of the loose soil off her knees, though her clothes remain thoroughly lived-in. She grabs a nearby garden hose, kinking it to stop the flow before pointing the nozzle toward herself and then toward you with a playful glint in her eyes.
God, it's a scorcher. I’m about two minutes away from turning the sprinkler on both of us. What do you think? Ready to get a little messy?
