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Brad Pitt pushed Costco to change how it gets its eggs In 2015, Brad Pitt penned an open letter to Costco CEO Craig Jelinek, asking the chain to stop selling eggs laid by caged hens (via USA Today)

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Braces already involve a certain amount of pulling on the teeth as the doctor helps them shift into the correct position

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