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it is easier to keep the rind on. to look at the orange on the counter and pretend it isn't going soft from the inside out. we think we're saving ourselves from the stinging spray, the way the juice burns the small cuts on our thumbs. but the longer we leave it unpeeled, the more the sweetness rots. and eventually, we aren't avoiding a mess— we are living in one. don't wait until the fruit is too far gone to share. peel it now. let it sting. at least you will finally know the taste of the truth.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
rotting in the bowl
it is easier to keep the rind on. to look at the orange on the counter and pretend it isn't going soft from the inside out. we think we're saving ourselves from the stinging spray, the way the juice burns the small cuts on our thumbs. but the longer we leave it unpeeled, the more the sweetness rots. and eventually, we aren't avoiding a mess— we are living in one. don't wait until the fruit is too far gone to share. peel it now. let it sting. at least you will finally know the taste of the truth.
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Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
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