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Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2025 21:28:05 GMT
Subject: Today: Complimentary Membership + a Ninja CREAMi Ice Cream Maker
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WHOLESALE
Sometimes mark to remember. Time...pondering a few hours back I wasn't sure about changing the windows...as much as required :s Weep holes make more sense, at least for the lower pane on the opening windows... But not the top panes or the central sta
tic window. Still feasible Don't mind my makeshift device to collect the drip lol
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