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Badminton rackets and birdies, for playing badminton together

Towels and washcloths to match the color scheme in our new bathroom (blue, red, gold, white)

Bubble bath bombs (with sparkles, in various scents)

Fuzzy house slippers, ideally in pink (for her)

"Gateway to the North Maple Sugar Seasoning" (house mixture from the Spice House)

Plasir Cuffs (oh, use your imagination! But only in the best possible taste...)

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