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Family Dollars are popping up all over our state and I can’t stand them. They move into small towns, flood the populace with cheap goods and drive all the quirky independent stores out of business. There’s one in the town next to us and I refuse to shop there.
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Now I have an even better reason. Ick!
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That seems a bit extreme. Even for the south…
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And we need to know this why?
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Damn. I hope he was well paid…
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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.
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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?
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I totally need to go.
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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.
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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.
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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.
If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.
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River's world..... 