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my girlfriend loves blood oranges. i think they're weird. they're way to sweet and the juice forever stains my clothes. she says it's an acquired taste. I just can't understand it, why would someone love something so disgusting
she eats them delicately, like if she makes one wrong move the whole thing will burst into flames. she picks the skin off of each individual slice so gently and eats each one in 3 bites taking time to acknowledge the beauty of the fine pulp. she always tastes like them too, each kiss just as sickening as the last. the scent of the juice always lingers on me after shes around, it lingers on all of us
emu smells it too, so does tsukasa. all of us are sickened by that scent that forever lingers on the stage, she wont stop. shes messy. she comes back to our performances with that strong redish-purple juice stained to her nails and dress. im so sick of having to drag her home every night to clean her hands and soak her dress in her bathtub and calm her down when she cries, i cant stand her tears
she called me last night, telling me she wanted to leave. i had to run to her house and wipe her tears up once again. this time they were different, they were normal. just the right amount of sweetly salty smell. she didnt smell like oranges anymore. she smelt like that perfume i always liked, the one with the pretty little birds on the bottle. her and sakis favorite.
she doesnt love blood oranges anymore.