These oranges are not good, I though to myself. I bit into an unevenly cut wedge, but my teeth couldn't cut through the tough dry flesh. Sucking what juice i could from the fruit, I threw the half chewed rind into the sink. the rinfs were starting to pile up now, halfway through my second orange. tonguing the strands stuck between my teeth, i couldn't loosen any of the fibers tickling the inside of my mouth. I guess i have to floss tonight. Is it orange season? it must not be, and i guess that would also explain why they were so damn expensive.
i finished my fruit appetizer and turned to my main course. My enthusiasm waned. I could have sworn i had left myself more sauce than this. i tore off a piece of toast and smashed it into the corners of the container, trying to get at the remains of meat sauce from yesterday's spaghetti takeout. This sucks, there's not enough sauce left in here to flavor the entire slice. I thought there would be more sauce for the bread.
that's okay, i thought, always look on the bright side. This means I can only have one slice of bread tonight, which means less calories. so, that's good. I told myself, as i gnawed on the last bite of hard crust and scooped the orange skins away into the trash.
[every event described here is based on a true story]
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