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I wanted to give you a heads up of something the National Gun Owners Association is releasing in the next few days... But thought you'd enjoy the heads-up before it's released... It's a G700 LED Flashlight..! This picture does more justice for the flashlight than any words I can put down on paper..! (see image below) They just received their shipment around an hour ago which is the reason for the e-mail. Last year - they sold their entire stock in 2 days! Don't miss out on this rare opportunity! Click here to claim your G700 Flashlight! -SIGN OFF PS. If you reply to this email two days from now telling me they are all gone and asking how to get one - don't be mad when I tell you,.. you'll have to wait till next year! Grab your G700 - You'll Love It

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