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Use Alcohol

   Have your white boards seen their better days?  Perhaps, like me, you've tried various cleaning products and/or writing over hard to remove traces of marker with another marker. Well, today, I have a wonderful tip for you.  Use rubbing alcohol. It works!  You're welcome.

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