
Ah, orange blossoms, all prim and virginal when the buds are shut tight. But when those petals part, when the plump and sticky, frilly and feathery bits of pistil and stamen spill out, a siren's song to pollinating bees everywhere, well those orange blossoms look just the teensiest bit slutty.
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