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Top 10 Underrated Neopian Beverages
Summer is here - do you have a vacation planned? Maybe you'd like to go skiing down Terror Mountain or go camping in the Haunted Woods... no? Too scary? If you're like me, perhaps you like to enjoy your summer by lying back and relaxing on Mystery Island with a nice, cold drink, you should know that there are great options out there well beyond slushies and fancy cocktails. But no worries... I'll gladly let you know all about what you've been missing. Here are the top 10 Neopian beverages that you may not be drinking now...
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