Publication Schedule for Remainder of 2024

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 FYI:

Nikki Knight 10/28

Preston Lang 11/4

Terena Bell 11/11

Brandon Barrows 11/18

Shari Held 11/25

Michael Bracken 12/2

Mark SaFranko 12/9

Tom Barlow 12/16

Vinnie Hansen 12/23

Steve Liskow 12/30

David Rachels 1/6/25

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