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"Street beers! And they’re still cold." I kid you not those words came out of my significant other’s mouth. The reason this was ok? We watched his next-door neighbor move out and drive off leaving the haul on the curb. Next to the beers was a "street blender" that I rescued, something that I also probably wouldn’t pick up under different circumstances.

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