I hate it. Yep, the innocuous juice is no friend of mine. You'd probably expect a tofu-munching liberal from Northern Michigan to hold some affinity for the pomme. In fact my mother loved apple juice. During her chemotherapy treatments, it seemed the only liquid that she could tolerate.
I despise apple juice because it makes your hair fall out. And I revile it because it's often the only fluid that doesn't make you sick to your stomach during those awful treatments (is that the right word?) I guess I hate it because of what it reminds me of. Who could bear such things?
It's been 8035 days since I lost the taste for apple juice. I miss it; dearly in fact. But it's gone and I can only pray that someday I'll get beyond the loss. Maybe pomegranate juice will be my salvation.
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