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He sat in the sun, eating oranges. He liked oranges very much. Some kind stranger had given him one. He relished them slowly, and licked the juice that trickled out from the corner of his lips. Smack. At intervals, he would spit out seeds and catch them in his hand. He’ll store them, and plant them, he promised himself. Then he would have a big orange tree, all to himself. Then he would eat oranges everyday. But where would he plant it? He needed a place, some soil, any soil. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t fertile, he’d make it fertile. He’d water it everyday and the tree would grow. He loved the smell of the orange rinds. They made his head swim and tongue salivate. Lost in thoughts, he forgot to keep an alert for possible seeds with his tongue. And almost choked.