Selected Essays from Orange

When I was peeling an orange, I suddenly thought of a girl. It's so strange, I can't even remember her name, and I don't like her very much. She is not pretty, and she has a mysophobia. When snacks are spilled on her desk, she will look at me with disdain and then wipe the desk for a long time. But every time she had oranges, she would let me peel them and give me some. Now while I am eating oranges, I suddenly want to write something to remember her, so let's call these essays oranges.