Subject: Clear your skin of moles and tags before Summer

From: "Julieta Thompson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 19:20:03 -0400

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Skin tags are painless, noncancerous growths on the skin.  They're connected to the skin by a small, thin stalk called a peduncle.  Skin tags are common in both men and women, especially after age 50.  

They can appear anywhere on your body, though they're commonly found in places where your skin folds . . .  

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Learn how to get rid of those disgusting skin tags and moles.  Take care of your skin and dont't be ashamed of your body when going to the beach this summer. 

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