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Stepping into a Dollar Tree feels like/is akin to/resembles walking into a chaotic vortex/a black hole of discount goods/the remnants of civilization. Shelves are precariously stacked/wobbling with excess/overflowing with questionable items, and the fluorescent lighting hums/casts an eerie glow/burns your eyes. The air is thick with the sweet sc
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Stepping into a Dollar Tree feels like/is akin to/resembles walking into a chaotic vortex/a black hole of discount goods/the remnants of civilization. Shelves are precariously stacked/wobbling with excess/overflowing with questionable items, and the fluorescent lighting hums/casts an eerie glow/burns your eyes. The air is thick with the sweet sc
Stepping into a Dollar Tree feels like/is akin to/resembles walking into a chaotic vortex/a black hole of discount goods/the remnants of civilization. Shelves are precariously stacked/wobbling with excess/overflowing with questionable items, and the fluorescent lighting hums/casts an eerie glow/burns your eyes. The air is thick with the sweet sc