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Duffle Bag Fundraiser

******TEA FOR TWO*******
***DUFFLE BAG FUNDRAISER***
**FOR NOLAN PLUS ONE'S ADOPTION**
Nothing like sharing a cup of tea or coffee with a friend.
Many of us are so busy it is hard for each of us to stop and take the time to visit.
And at the same time many of our friends live far apart.
So I sat down and figured away to help one another out.
You chose a friend and the fun begins.
Both you and your friend will received your own personal tea cups plus tea. Add your own milk or sugar and water is not included.
Just help me our by giving a small donation of $ 25.00 to our FSP or our Pay~pal account on our blog.
All proceeds will be used towards the airfare for our duffle bags we are filling with donations. We have collected color books, crayons and match box cars for our children's orphanages.
Donations for our duffle bags are also appreciated.
Remember you can arrange the time for your own tea party.
And you can stay in your p.j's & do not have to leave home


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