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I followed the advice of a man I’ve never met today. After hearing the click splat of a falling mango, I checked to see the damage. There was a small split on the underside, so I flipped it over, washed it off, and enjoyed a mango in the dark unaware of any worms or other signs of decay. It was delicious. Thanks Grandpa

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