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  • I enjoy a lot of different types of fruit, and not just variety. I mean raw, cooked, green, ripe. Instantly, though, my mind wanders to green mangos. Nearly hard as a rock, but they cut like a dream. Thick wedges of faded sunshine-yellow fruit crunch when I bite into them. The sour creeps into my brain stem and I can't resist the quick shiver and shake.

    The way strawberry juices stain the hell out of a ceramic bowl. The way you never seem to know what the color inside of fruits that look like nectarines will be. It's a sensory vortex if you care enough to pay attention.

    But getting there can be half the fun. From peeling a tangelo to carving a watermelon. But most of all, that shock when you bite into fruit that's just irresistibly sour.
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