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By now, I think everyone’s read (or at least heard of) Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. If not, I highly recommend you p...
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I’ve never met a potato I didn’t like but my very favorite kind has a particularly crispy skin. I especially love when the top bubbles up a li...