Genuine Floridian coconut water

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Me and my coconut

Me and my coconut

Coconuts are all over the place in Miami Beach, but they’re all out of reach. (Unless, of course, you’re the guy with the twenty-foot clippers we saw wandering around South Beach.) There are some on the ground, but they’re almost always pretty mangy and insect-infested. I finally found one that looked pretty fresh. It was cracked, but it was still filled with its liquid (which is coconut water, not coconut milk). Not only did I drink the water through the crack, I convinced my friends Ursula and Gail to do the same. We all lived to tell the tale.

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