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a molding, as a backband, applied to interior window and door trim to conceal the edge of the wall surface.

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Did you ever collect all those state quarters? Put them to good use on this quiz about curious state monikers and the facts around them.

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Mississippi’s nickname comes from the magnificent trees that grow there. What is it?

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