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"I have fond memories of juice. As a child, my sister and I would sleep over our Grandparents in New Jersey every now and then. A highlight of every visit was breakfast with my Grandpa Herbie, something that turned into a ritual in it&amp;#039;s own right. Each morning, I&amp;#039;d wake up and walk over to my grandparents room and tug on my Papa Herbie&amp;#039;s pajama sleeves to wake him up. No fail, every time, he&amp;#039;d be enthusiastic and chipper as ever, ready to make the best breakfast for his granddaughters.  It was always the same\u2014a variety of cereals (Special K, Product 19 and Corn Flakes always on rotation) and orange juice served in a clear glass with a red rooster printed on the surface. I remember the juice always tasting so fresh and delicious, better than it ever tasted at home. I&amp;#039;m sure it was the same brand my mom used, but something was different. The magic of childhood memories? Perhaps. Nowadays, it&amp;#039;s a rare occasion that I drink juice at all. I&amp;#039;m a water and coffee kind of gal, with an occasional fresh brewed iced tea mixed in, or maybe a diet Dr. Pepper on a long day. I thought that juice made you fat. Right? All that sugar! All of those carbs! It&amp;#039;s hard to believe that something that was a childhood morning ritual is now looked down upon. Even by me! But I kind of get it. I just got back from a rigorous tooth brushing\u2014my mouth felt like it was wearing a sweater.  After this cleanse is over, I think I might try and incorporate more juice into my life. Not necessarily every day, but why not enjoy fresh squeezed goodness every once in a while? Either in place of a meal, or in addition, a little juice can&amp;#039;t hurt. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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