Subject: NBC tired of Vanna White and Wheel of Fortune after this news surfaces: (live 74196355)

From: "Antonio Lawson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2017 14:02:50 -0400

NBC 
Fed Up With Wheel Of Fortune

60 Year Old Vanna White drops the biggest news yet about this hit show
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Controversy has been brewing in the past few
weeks as NBC may be making sweeping changes over 
this recent distubring news

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