Paradise City (Part 2)
December 19th 2008 Fruit of the Gods
I stare at the mango.
The mango – cleverly donned in a camouflage swirl of red, orange and yellow – just sits there. But it knows I can see it. It wants me to.
Overhead, the supermarket's PA system cranks out a bad fusion of Muzak and salsa rhythms that aren't made any better by the whine of aging fluorescent lights.
The problem here is very si
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