There are mangoes everywhere. Fallen, rotting in the gutters, filling up rogue possums stomachs. The trees have gone mango mad this year.
Owen who works at church sent a bucketful home with Derek. They have been picked off the church car park tree. All but one aren't ripe. The ripe one was G.O.O.D. I'm trying to be patient while the others ripen. At this rate they will just be bruised from my constant checking.
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