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STAR FRUIT

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The balimbing

By Marketman | May 20, 2011 - 12:01am

This wasn’t a common fruit in my childhood, for the sole reason that we didn’t have a balimbing tree in our backyard; but friends would occasionally send some over, or we used to pick them straight...

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