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red zinger was the drink of choice when I was in high school. parents should have been happy then; "where's Johnny?" "well he's out behind the gym with a pot of Zinger!" actually and the company was pretty much literally across the street from my Dad's office in high school, and then when my folks moved to New Mexcio from Colorado, one of my high school friends was working there and gave them a bunch of those heavy duty shipping barrels to pack their stuff in. everything smelled divine for years!
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