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The Tale of a New Mixer

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I have always been a Kitchen-aid girl.  My big Christmas gift the year I left for college was my bright and shiny new white Kitchen-aid.  It has traveled with me through dorm room, apartments, and four homes.  I still own that little mixer and it keeps on going.  I've added two more Kitchen-aids to my army and I love them. At Cookie Con...
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