Mark is an orange juice man. He has to have a glass every morning. I used to be an orange juice girl, until Mark moved in. He ruined it for me because he likes pulp in his OJ, and I HATE PULP! I have tried to overcome my disgust for pulp, but can't do it. So I have been without OJ all summer because of his love of that yucky stuff swimming in his otherwise delicious juice.
So I have come up with a solution. I am going to buy a strainer, and I'm going to get that pulp out of the juice so I can enjoy myself a glass!
Now that, my friends, is called compromise. hehe
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