The mangoes are so constant that they have become more than common here, but I try to remind myself that throughout the entirety of my life they have not been so, instead being a random treat once in awhile. I eat them all the time, so much that it becomes difficult to figure out what to do with so many of them. I am not complaining in the slightest.
They go on and on forever at the moment.
There are so many of them that this is what the surplus turns into. It’s like mango soup, but more appetizing.