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For now send me a link in the comments. 

I will work out a more efficient process when I get around to it.

JBK

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Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 31, 2023 at 9:00 PM

    No! I will never submit!

    ReplyDelete
  2. WendyJuly 29, 2024 at 11:08 PM

    I will submit, if I can figure out how to do it. Your website is shit!

    ReplyDelete

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