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Conflict-Free Donuts

Friends,
Have you heard about engagement rings made with conflict-free diamonds? I have to say, I love the double entendres (intentional or not). Guaranteed blood diamond-free rings with the hint of a more personal (albeit utopic) promise for your marriage. A magic stone with the power to deliver a relationship devoid of marital strife. Of course, if you were to make such an explicit statement (e.g. "Conflict-free diamonds for a conflict-free marriage"), it would have the off putting ring of a political campaign promise. But if you let the groom feel like he's made that connection on his own, it's rather endearing. I never got my wife an engagement ring, but if I had, it would have to be conflict free. Think of the potential! When delivering it "...and the diamond is conflict-free, so we'd never fight", as a conversation piece with guests, "...and we never quarrel, thanks to the conflict-free diamond", or, after a nasty fight "honey, put on your engagement ring so we can end this silly conflict". Of course, there's another way to eradicate conflict. Donuts. Have you ever seen anyone argue while taking a bite out of a donut? So come get your conflict-free dunkin' donut. And rest assured, no terrorist organizations have benefited in any way from your snack.
Happy Friday!

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