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Listen. I want to tell you guys about the Dollar Tree. If you ever need to rebuild your life fast, you want a dollar tree. Everything in a dollar tree costs one dollar. No exceptions. Nothing has a price tag. Everything is one dollar.
This is Dollar Tree not Dollar General.
Dollar Tree looks like this:
Their stuff is off-brand but decent quality.
Here are some things you can buy at the dollar tree for one dollar:
- any kind of makeup- foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, etc
- socks
- Sports bras (sometimes)
- combs, brushes, hairclips, scrunchies, hair ties, headbands
- clothes hangers, laundry bags, mothballs
- any kind of office supplies or school supplies. Staplers, pencils, posterboard, pencils, pens, etc.
- party supplies including paper plates and balloons
- all kinds of toiletries- shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, washcloths, deodorant, razors, shaving cream, nailclippers, etc. Decent sizes, too.
- ceramic/glass plates, bowls, cups
- reading glasses, sunglasses
- plastic buckets
- cleaning supplies, detergent, bleach, laundry syrup, fabric softener, dish soap, sponges. brooms
- electronics, headphones, night lights, phone chargers, batteries, screen cleaners, phone cases
Basically? If you ever get kicked out of your house or find yourself with a couple bucks and nothing else, get thee to a dollar tree.
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Stories by Mail, Day 5 – Practice
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The calls, tweets, and emails were flooding the lines so violently that the entire telecommunications network was teetering on the edge of a massive crash. Darryl Moreno, newly-promoted mayoral aide, nervously scarfed his lemon poppyseed muffin and stared at the latest report. This morning, the word “fabulous” had appeared on the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign in a wisp of cursive blue. Seconds later, it vanished–only to resurface again, as if some elementary-school-level specter was practicing its handwriting. No one knew how to proceed.
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Stories by Mail, Day 4 – Faithful are the furry
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Shrews and prairie dogs prefer to congregate in the narrow pockets near Antelope Canyon’s gaping mouth, typically within the first quarter-mile. Out of respect, they don’t venture further; the sandstone formations there, kissed by light and standing for eons, stir a sense of reverence in their small souls. One day, the animals whisper, the antelopes will return and the church shall be rebuilt.
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Stories by Mail, Day 3 – Scale babies
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“What about adoptions?”, Chloe asked, her sole silver bracelet softly clanking against her wrist. “I’ve been feeling maternal lately.”
Her boyfriend stopped pacing. “Hon, it’s a Rattlesnake Festival. The snakes are delivered to zoos, medical research facilities, bootmakers…there’s no adoption table. Rattlesnakes are dangerous.”
“Because they lack the stability a parent can provide. No child of mine will grow up to be disrespectful,” she replied wistfully, tapping on her phone. He couldn’t imagine what she was typing.
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Stories by Mail, Day 2 – The commanding fields
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It was, Lamar Ociferous III reasoned, an ingenious plan, as all strategies of his own device were by their nature. After the farm closed in the evening, his associates would scamper under the gate and gradually replace the strands of hay with copper wiring. When all the bales had been converted to tiny power stations, the wires would be connected; the power and influence over humans that Lamar had lusted after for so many years would be in his paws.
Despite being a rat, his momma had valued ambition above all else. Their apartment complex under the barn was destined for glory.
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Stories by Mail, Day 1 – The Toll
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On every birthday, Seth McIntyre dreams of the bridge. “Longest in the world,” his father had proudly proclaimed during a 1994 family vacation to New Orleans, as if he’d personally fastened the lugnuts. They’d taken the elevator to their hotel’s highest floor, the boy glued to the oversized windows, ocularly chasing down the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway until he could see no longer.
But in the dreams, Seth glimpses what lives on the eight-mile section of the bridge where land is not visible, what brushes against the cars so quickly it’s never noticed at all by the waking eye.
He will never fly within 500 miles of New Orleans.
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It’s okay if you don’t want to label yourself but please stop saying “labels are so unnecessary, we are all humans” because so many people have been struggling with their identity for a long time and need a word to hold onto, a group to belong to and people to look up to.
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Stories by Mail, Day 8 – Of Leafshirts
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"Grandpa, why are some trees green and some are red?", the heart-faced boy asked. He brushed a curious katydid off the sleeve of his jean jacket and smiled. He was still relatively new to seasons, but Fall was unquestionably his preference.
Neville Embry, whose prowess for selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door in the late 70s was still legendary decades after he retired, thought for a moment and said, "Well, I suppose even trees have a favorite color, don't they? Maybe the one on the left wakes up every morning and picks green."
His grandson shot him a look that somehow managed to seem both dubious and eager "Is that true?"
"Probably not," Neville chuckled. "But it's a nice thought, isn't it?"
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Stories by Mail, Day 7 – Turning, Standing
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"Do you remember the fields?", the spire asked in a low, rumbling timbre. "The lush, green valley that stretched far beyond our sight? The lives that sprang up and played out under our watch? Now we lie on a bed of crimson rust." It muttered as softly as a moth's song. "Fools wish for immortality." The butte snorted, trusting that its friend would understand it was not being contemptuous. The snort's nuance had been developing for millions of years. "Of course I remember. But there's beauty in the stark too. All things wind around." The spire pondered this and nodded, as much as it was possible for a rock to nod.
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Stories by Mail, Day 6 – Tracking Blind
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The text message had been received 10 minutes ago, and Penance was still grumbling. She knew there would be no follow-up; the agency strongly enforced its "one text per job" policy. How did they expect her to retrieve a package in Page, Arizona without any indication of where or when? Was it a test? Her thoughts drifted again towards quietly disappearing, towards Peru, wondering if she could make it undetected.
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Stories by Mail, Day 5 – Practice
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The calls, tweets, and emails were flooding the lines so violently that the entire telecommunications network was teetering on the edge of a massive crash. Darryl Moreno, newly-promoted mayoral aide, nervously scarfed his lemon poppyseed muffin and stared at the latest report. This morning, the word "fabulous" had appeared on the "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign in a wisp of cursive blue. Seconds later, it vanished--only to resurface again, as if some elementary-school-level specter was practicing its handwriting. No one knew how to proceed.
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Stories by Mail, Day 4 – Faithful are the furry
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Shrews and prairie dogs prefer to congregate in the narrow pockets near Antelope Canyon's gaping mouth, typically within the first quarter-mile. Out of respect, they don't venture further; the sandstone formations there, kissed by light and standing for eons, stir a sense of reverence in their small souls. One day, the animals whisper, the antelopes will return and the church shall be rebuilt.
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Stories by Mail, Day 3 – Scale babies
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"What about adoptions?", Chloe asked, her sole silver bracelet softly clanking against her wrist. "I've been feeling maternal lately." Her boyfriend stopped pacing. "Hon, it's a Rattlesnake Festival. The snakes are delivered to zoos, medical research facilities, bootmakers...there's no adoption table. Rattlesnakes are dangerous." "Because they lack the stability a parent can provide. No child of mine will grow up to be disrespectful," she replied wistfully, tapping on her phone. He couldn't imagine what she was typing.
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