Here is a mango. Do you think he's happy that he's about to be eaten? It's almost mango season, first mangoes are in the shops. This fills my bloody, sinewy heart with deep inner joy. Mango season is my very favourite part of the year. I look forward to it, I mourn it once it's done and dusted. I love standing over the sink with skin and seed, sucking all the goodness from it, all the flesh, every single slither.
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