Mango (the one with tusks)

Mango. A wonderful listener. She’s often mistaken as unsociable, but really she’s just quiet. Until she grabs a clarinet. Or saxophone. She truly is the spirit of jazz. She’s great at music and archery – Mango is good at running, rounders, hockey.
The next girl was more quiet, her “tusks” swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. that’s how I first described her in My Friends and I. With her big brown eyes her hair matches perfectly; a lightish brown colour, mostly straight/wavy. With tusks.
Mango has the habit of tucking to pieces of her hair behind her ears. The curve around giving her, what all of her friends call, “tusks”.
Mangoes great to hang around, and, though she can be pessimistic, she can easily lift the mood. She’s the metaphorical knife cutting right through the tension.

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I have lots of friends, but five of them are particularly important to me.
These people have code names to protect their privacy. Mango, Pencils, King Julian, Bertie-Moos and Sloth. I mentioned all of these people in a post before (In the Eyes of a Past Acquaintance: My Friends and I) but I shied from giving them names.
The list of names are a bit strange but they are inside jokes. Old stories about jazz music, ikea, birthmarks and cows. These are great people and have influenced me quite a bit. Some of them over time, but others I have known for two years at the most…
I will have other posts to describe them so look out for that.