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I finally had to break down and buy some pants, I couldn't find mine.
I have a backpack for a blower, I don't care how strong the battery on one of those other ones might be, having an engine strapped onto my back with the exhaust blowing out the front just can't be beat.
I took a risk on one of the Dyson's a few years back as a Christmas present, since I knew my sister-in-law was getting one as well. Then we got all wooden floors . . .
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