The Deal Breaker
She was a health food junkie.
That is okay. We could get along.
She could not bear the smell of meat.
I could not cook it there.
Could we still be roommates?
Of course.
I could not bring a hamburger or meat pizza in.
The rent was almost too good to be true.
Okay, I agreed.
We juice on Wednesdays, she told me.
This is why there are two toilets.
Wait! We both have to juice?
It’s my rule she told me.
What kind of juice?
Celery.
Any sugar in it?
No.
This was the deal breaker.
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