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It’s that time of year when we find ourselves thinking about who’s made our naughty and nice shopping lists, plus it’s the season of temptation, especially those calorie-laden goodies we’re prone to gobble at holiday parties. It’s the first week in December, and already, I’ve been to two parties, a trunk show that featured the

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