Today, i bought a mandarin orange at the uni's only fruit stall on behalf of Mr. JL - the only lad i knew who resembled a lot like one because us girls who played basketball in college used to cheer on him playing on the boys' team in his bright orange Nike shox and his plus-sized orange-and-black AND1 basketball jersey.
Mr. JL, only nineteen years of age, died of heart attack in Melbourne two days ago. Apparently they had been trying to reach him all day, but to no avail. So they went over to his place, only to find that they were too late.
The mandarin orange did not taste as sweet as i had expected it to be. But it is OK. At least one of the two mandarin oranges in my mind was.
God bless Mr. JL and may his soul rest in peace.
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