“What are these?” There were nasty gnashes on an otherwise beautiful fruit.
“Oh! These mangoes were too high up to reach. Have to wait for them to drop. I got to these before the birds!”
I’m not amused. You know the nice little story they tell single ladies?
‘Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are at the top. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top because they value quality.’
So what happens if I can’t hang on?
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