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Mindy Ross July 19, 2011 @ 1:23 a.m.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling this will be the winner this month.

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richzombie July 19, 2011 @ 7:22 a.m.

well...not sure about it being a winner of -anything- but appreciate your comments and hope that your psy-chic powers are dialed in ! thanks

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