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There are crumbs all over the kitchen floor and you can’t face dragging out the vacuum. You go to button a shirt and just can’t get the button through the hole. Argh! We’ve all had these frustrating little moments. They’re not the end of the world, but they are annoying and can be time-consuming. These time-saving items can help make your life a little easier
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