I’ve turned into a mandarin monster. No, that doesn’t mean I am displaying the characteristic of a tyrannical Chinese emperor, no. It means I have developed an addiction for the small orange fruit.
They are my favourite thing at the moment. They truly are. I can't get enough of them. I am eating them by the bag full, by the kilo rather than individual fruit.
I think mandarin is now my favourite flavour.
Yum, yum, yum, as the mandarin juiced runs down my chin.
"More, more, more." Ha ha ha.
Oh, those tangy little orange spheres, I love them. The tangier the better. I love them to be tart and strong, a bit like the guys we all love.
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