Mangoes, A Short Story
Mango juice gushed from the fruit, dripped down his wrists and wet his lips. His straight white teeth tore through the red, orange, green skin and into its ripe yellow
Alannah Claire Link
Mango juice gushed from the fruit, dripped down his wrists and wet his lips. His straight white teeth tore through the red, orange, green skin and into its ripe yellow
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