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Mmmm . . .
Tragically, the garlic press was returned (I just chop garlic anyways, who needs a press? Those things never work). The margarita glasses came. Twice.
They also sent me target.com magnetic poetry. And no, I have never written a refrigerator poem about target.com. (They didn't send the right words--I'd need "incompetent" or "stupid" or "garlic" or some such words that were not included in the cheesy little set.)
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