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Fresh from the Islands I remember how he would come home with mangoes smuggled in as palusami he would hand them over from his unfamiliar hands. It was better than Xmas unwrapping those foreign oranges from their burnt taro leaf disguises. He showed us how to cut them and we took them from him like grenades we ran to the backyard to lick the juice from our arms and pick the strings from our teeth. When we came in with our pips our mother's was untouched - she was sick and tired of mangoes.