Every afternoon, the temperature holds steady above 40C/104F. And so every afternoon, I reach for a juicy orange the size of a small soccer ball from the refrigerator.
I’ll take a knife to make the first small cut into the skin, then let my fingers peel away. The atomized juice sprays, coating my hands. The clean smell of orange fills my nostrils. My mouth waters in anticipation.
I take a giant section and bite into it. The succulent fruit splits open, flooding my mouth with delicious flavour. Is it legal to enjoy eating a piece of fruit this much?
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