Naranja

So Enrique’s huffing and puffing, trying to peel this little Clementine or whatever it is. A Satsuma. He’s really struggling to peel it and I’m watching him out of the corner of my eye. It mustn’t be ready. It’s squirting everywhere, his orange. I would have given up and chucked it in the bin to be honest but Enrique, like a fucking penguin or something – one of those animals that smash things against rocks for hours – he keeps going. It’s kind of commendable, I guess, but after five minutes he’s just got the peel in his hand and he’s looking around, all confused, for the orange. You know, the flesh of the orange but it’s fucking gone. He’s fucked it while peeling it but I don’t let on I saw the whole fucking thing unfold.

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