The Orange is not Ripe!
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anonymous
anonymous
Every morning, my eyes would twinkle to the sight of the big juicy orange hanging on the tree in my backyard. This was the first of the season, and I couldn't stop asking my mum if I could pick it. Every time she would ro…
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