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Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 5

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 02/11/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff/Angst: 3,846 words

A/N: Okay, I told you guys that I would be alternating between DTLW and Clearwater Springs, so here’s the proof. Anyway, two more parts after this!

Your fourth home in five years is what they told you this was. But you couldn’t remember any but this one.

So your heart was aching, and you always wanted to cry, but you never dared to do so. Something, someone’s, words, telling you that crying in front of strangers was dangerous kept echoing in your head. So you blinked away any tears that came, hugged your stuffed animal, and studied the area you would lived in.

It was a little cold, so you hugged your coat tighter to you. You’d been told by the other fairies that your coat was special, because it appeared to be designed exactly for your wings, which was rare. But none of them seemed to have any idea why you would have such a special coat, excepting the fact that maybe in the country you came from it was more normalized to have custom wing-slits.

It was completely normal to come away from a home with a stuffed animal, and clothing and jewelry that could shrink down. People liked dressing up fairies.

You played with your bracelet as you examined the cement floor, and the plain white walls, and the windows that weren’t quiet fully insulated but were full east and full west, respectively, and provided quite a bit of natural lighting. You had your own bathroom and kitchen area, and the laundry room was in the basement. The bed was a bit creaky, but the mattress seemed decent. You had a cute lamp on the side table, and they had a few books for you on a bookshelf that had the bottom shelf broken beside the side table.

There was shoebox bedroom on one of the shelves as well, very simple, with just a bed in it, but it was decorated carefully—though perhaps by their daughter. There was felt covering the floor and back wall, which would provide a little insulation for you. The outside was colored on, but you didn’t have a problem with that.

There was an old rug rolled off to one side that they said you could use, and a bar with some hangers already hanging on it and plastic drawers they said you could used for your clothing.

You looked at your suitcase, which was resting on the bed, then set your dog on top of it while you got the rug, unrolling it and placing it near your bed.

Your job there was to do their laundry and take care of the cat that their daughter wouldn’t let them get rid of, and to entertain their daughter now and then, and when you weren’t delivering the clean laundry or entertaining their daughter you were to stay in the basement bedroom. Simple enough.

The cat was a sweetheart and the laundry was quite simple with only three people to wash for. Laundry was tossed down the shoot daily and every Monday and Thursday you were to deliver their clean laundry before they awoke.

They weren’t cruel, or strict, just very structured and busy.

She was very kind and brought you groceries, even getting you exactly what you requested. You just had to leave a list with her laundry on Mondays, because Mondays were grocery days. She even spontaneously bought you a cake, and when you told her that the basement was a little cold for you, she found a nice heater for you that greatly improved things, and found some more blankets around the house for you. They were generally gone over the weekends, visiting a different set of grandparents each weekend, which left you and Cupcake, the cat, alone in the house to do as you pleased.

Those were the days you ventured down to the fairy market, which was a safe space for fairies and since you did get an allowance for doing the laundry, you could sometimes buy some special treats or things that you needed.

You weren’t a fan of the husband, which was fine, because he only seemed to come downstairs if he needed to check the water-heater (they were having issues with it and he was too stubborn to call whoever it was that professionally dealt with those things), or to ask you to do an emergency clean on a shirt or tie or slacks. It wasn’t that he was mean, or sleazy, or that he gave you bad vibes, he was just very grumpy and brisk. Cold.

And he hated the cat.

Plus you had the distinct feeling that if he found out about your diamond tears it would be a very bad thing. He was a greedy man, raising a greedy daughter.

But you had a CD player now, and you could find CD’s now and then at the fairy market, and the wife said you could use any CD’s you found in the basement.

Which was how you found your current favorite CD. You weren’t certain who the artists were because the disc hadn’t been in it’s proper case, but their songs were so nice. And you loved the one song.

So some days, when you had nothing to do but give the cat all the love it wanted, you just listened to that CD on repeat, singing words as though you’d known them before.

You did different crafts, and solved some of the abandoned puzzles from the storage room.

You improved your shoe-box, replacing the bed (it was a sponge, hard and weird to lay on) with a carefully arranged nest of fabrics and stuffing. Sometimes you stuck your stuffed dog into the shoebox and snuggled into that. The smells on it so familiar and foreign that it made you cry.

Which meant you had to find a place to hide your tears. Normally you just saved them and exchanged them at the fairy market—where the currency exchange fairy, Heidrun, just discretely nodded and added their value to your shopping card balance.

But one day she stopped you before you could leave, holding your hands. “You don’t look well, dear.”

“Fourth home,” You told her simply, shrugging. “It’s more of a job than a home. But I’m not…I’m not suffering. She always makes sure I have what I need and allows me a lot of freedom. I have the whole basement to myself, and I’m allowed in the side-yard at all times. She even encourages me to come here. And I have music to listen to. Actually, I found a CD I really like, but I don’t know what band they are because it doesn’t say on the disc.”

“Try Magnus, he knows everything going on in the music scene,” She told you, squeezing your hands. “And trying to hold onto whatever love you’ve got and are getting. It’s not healthy for our kind to go unloved.”

You nodded. “I’ll do that.”

Magnus did help you, granted, you had to sing a couple of the songs for him to find the right group, but once he did, he sent to you over to Frida with a request for BTS albums.

Frida nodded, pulling out several book-like things. “They’re super popular, but they’re also in a ton a magazines right now. They lost their fairy because of some scandal, and now they’re in a slump, but they’re also going on a world tour, so it can’t be that much of a slump. They’re actually coming to our stadium for a concert, which is cool. They’ve started putting up the posters already.”

You looked at the books, confused. “I thought you said they were albums?”

“They are. The CD’s are accompanied by a booklet of photos and the lyrics, photocards, and usually a poster.”

You blinked then picked up the biggest one, concerned and confused. “It’s…huge…and a box?”

She just snorted. “You want that one? It’s one of their more recent ones. Don’t have their newest yet, but I can see if I can get one for you.”

You nodded. “That’d be nice, but sure, I’ll…take this one for now.”

She nodded and swiped your card. “All yours, sweet-cheeks. Now, tell me how you get your hair that shiny.”

You grabbed your hair and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wash it.”

“Not even fair,” She muttered, then turned to a new customer.

You went home after hitting a few more stalls, getting more craft things and some stuff for the kitty, hugging the album and wondering what awaited you inside.

Cupcake was waiting for you on your bed, sitting up and meowing loudly, stretching out a paw for you to take (which you did because why else teach him that trick) and then purring and arching into your hand.

“I know, I was gone for forever,” You scooped him up after successfully setting everything else down. “I bought some new music for us. You need a better name. A masculine name. You don’t respond to Cupcake anyway—not that I blame you. It’s a rather poor choice of a name for a cat, much less a tom.”

He just purred, climbing up onto your shoulders and riding there while you put away the few food items you had purchased and hopping onto the fridge while you started cooking your dinner.

You hummed as you tried to think of a different name for him, but after a moment you paused, wondering what song it was you were humming and why it was so familiar and yet so distant. So easy, but you couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the moment you stopped singing what the words were or how the song went, despite having reached the chorus. You could only remember the last words you sang.

You shook your head and went over, quickly opening the box to where the disc was in the album without seeing any sign of the pictures (Maybe a poster?) and then popping it into the player.

But it was worse than the first one, because you swore you knew each song. You had vague images in your head of people performing the songs. It hurt. It hurt to hear these songs because they were too familiar. Too familiar and yet so completely foreign that it was unfair.

The first one wasn’t too bad, but the second started really getting to you.

By the third song you were in tears.

By the chorus of the fourth song you were full-on sobbing on the bed.

The fifth song clashed so much with the sentiments of the previous two that it just broke you down further, and you had to turn it off before you started screaming at the empty space where the music should have come from.

You grabbed the photos from the album box after you had calmed down enough. Not bothering to try and remove the sticker, you slide the photos out and started flipping through the pages, horrified at the fact that they looked so achingly familiar and yet you had no idea who they were.

You tossed them back in the box and slammed it shut, eyes filled with tears.

But you must not have woken when someone came into the basement, because three days later the man was demanding to know where you got so many diamonds.

And fairies can’t lie.

Five days later you were staring out the window, a place you couldn’t go until you filled the box on your small counter space with diamonds. It wasn’t too large, but it was large enough that you were worried about whether you would ever fill it.

So you turned on the disc again, and cried. Cried until you were sick, and then collapsed into your bed. Exhaustedly petting the cat until you fell asleep, only to repeat it the next day. And the next.

When you finally filled it, you went straight to the market just to get some time away from the basement.

The shopkeepers from your regular stops came rushing up when they saw you, even Heidrun, all asking where you’d been and if you were okay and before you knew it you were sitting at one of the picnic tables with some soup and some tea and a bunch of worried fairies fussing over you.

Frida sat silently across from you, looking concerned but ultimately staring at the table.

Or so you thought, because she suddenly reached across the table and grabbed your bracelet. “Where did you get this?”

You blinked and tried to recoil, but couldn’t. “I don’t remember. I just figured it was from one of my previous homes.

Magnus frowned, looking at it. “It looks a lot like the one that…”

She nodded. “There’s something etched onto them. Fairy craftsmanship. Come over to my shop. Come on.”

You followed her, curious, and not wanting to let something you had a very strong attachment to out of your sight.

First she tried a jeweler’s eye loupe, then she wrinkled her nose and grabbed a flashlight, shining it through the gems and onto the table.

You stared down at it, confused.

“Something tells me your family didn’t give you up willingly,” Magnus said, voice a little tense.

Frida looked at you, as though she couldn’t believe it. “You’re the fairy that was taken away from BTS?”

You just looked back at her. “Um…is that what all of that means?”

“How did you like that album you bought?” She asked, eyes narrowed to slits.

You shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to think about how much you had used it to make yourself cry, because if you did then you knew she was right. And if she was right, then it would be even sadder.

“Weren’t the one that said that they couldn’t have been too sad about losing their fairy to be going on a world tour? Why would I want to be her?”

“No, they talked about it…it’s because they’re trying to find her. Find you. They didn’t say it explicitly because they could get in trouble for that, but they’ve hinted at it and there are tons of reports and pictures of them visiting every fairy sanctuary they could without compromising their performances. It just took a while for it to hit the news for us. Y/n, they’re looking for you. And if this is any proof, I think they love you and you need love. You look like a skeleton with skin.”

Heidrun gently pulled you into her arms. “What changed? You were doing alright and then you were gone and you come back looking like a ghost.”

“They found my tears,” You whispered.

She inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp, and held you tighter. “You can’t stay there.”

“I can’t leave there either. Where would I go? I would just get arrested and brought back to them.”

Frida folded her arms. “Leave it to me. You go back, lay low. Maybe try to appeal to the lady of the house. I’ll have you out of there as soon as I can. In the meantime….”

“I’ve still got a backlog of your diamonds, come get them just in case he asks again.” Your arm was gently pulled toward the currency exchange station.

You took the bag, and the treats most of them packed up for you. If the love of other fairies was enough to sustain you, you never would have been in this mess. But fairies, while kind and caring, didn’t have enough love for other fairies to keep them alive, especially once exposed to the love of a family. Fairies were good, and kind, and helpful, but also emotionally unstable which made it hard to focus enough love into one another without a consistent source of outside love.

It was a miracle your species had survived as long as it had.

Cupcake greeted you, meowing pathetically and hopping into your arms.

You sat down on your bed with him. “Let’s think of a new name for you.”

Eventually you settled on Keyowo, which was close to his current name but meant friend and was just…it was better.

You then set to deep cleaning over the next week, shrinking your things and tucking them into your suitcase to keep them out of sight.

On Tuesday he beat you to tears because you weren’t producing tears fast enough.

The album caught your eye again on the next Friday.

You picked up, tracing the seven on the cover, and then opening it. You pulled out the poster and unfolded it.

They were in white, with feathers floating down and a hole in the floor. They all looked so good.

You touched the one on the far left, wearing the sweater. Slightly cat-like facial features. You felt like you knew what his hands looked like, even though you couldn’t see much of them in the picture. Slightly calloused, bony, but gentle and careful. Caring for everyone.

“Yoongi,” You whispered, choking up. Tearing up.

Your fingers traced over each of them, names a whisper in your mind. A whisper that turned into shouts, memories flooding your mind of each and every one of them. Your mind screaming for them because your throat was too tight to even whisper.

They were your boys.

They had to let you go.

You weren’t supposed to remember them.

They weren’t supposed to try and find you.

The next day you shoved everything into your bag, tucked the cat into your coat, left a note for the missus and headed straight back to the fairy market.

Frida looked surprised when she saw you. “Whoa, what happened? Is this the kitty your were telling me about?”

“They’re gone for the weekend, that means even if I stay nearby they’ll think I’ve had two days to run out on them. I need you to help me get me back to my family.” You teared up. “I need to find them.”

Frida nodded, glancing around and closing her shop. “Come on. You can stay with me.”

Frida’s family consisted of a pair of siblings.

The sister, Alena, was a fairy rights activist in her spare time, which is why Frida had so much freedom, and a huge music fan. She had a whole wall of CD’s and albums and posters. Stacks of magazines featuring musicians.

The brother, Agnar, was quiet, “just an accountant”, and very kind. And very affectionate toward Frida.

Frida was equally affectionate toward him, bringing a fake gag from Alena.

They helped you find an outfit that hid your fairy-ness, and he got you tickets to the concert, all of you hoping that it would get you close enough for them to see you and recognize that you were there. Also, it would help you health-wise to see them in person and the rush from the concert would be overwhelming, but also might revitalize you.

Then Alena forced you to sit in the bathroom with her while she applied a cloth to your face with epsom salts to try and reduce the bruising and swelling on your face. She told you about the fairy abuse responders, and how she would call them in the morning and tell them about your family.

Agnar totally stole your cat.

Frida let you sleep in her fairy-home (because it definitely wasn’t a dollhouse and it was awesome, of course).

Four days later, you were at the concert venue with Alena, taking a seat and soaking in the atmosphere. People were talking all around and some people were chanting the boys’ names. Another group was starting to sing the songs.

You listened nervously, wondering whether it was true or not that they were looking for you. What if they were just making a fuss to get back at the company a bit? What if the media was making things up? It wouldn’t be the first time a story was fabricated for magazines.

Then the concert started and you and Alena were cheering for your boys, but you wondered why you ever thought they’d be able to see you in this mess.

It wasn’t until the second half of the concert that you had hope.

The boys were in more casual outfits, having more fun.

And they were all wearing the jewelry that Namjoon had made from your diamonds.

Jimin was the one who saw you first, though he looked right over you and then seemed to try and pinpoint you again, but was unable to in the crowd. He stood there with a smile plastered on his face, acting as though he was studying each Army’s face when you knew he was searching for you.

So you stood still in the writhing mass that of the crowd, and studied him.

He had lost weight, and if it hadn’t been for the makeup, you bet he’d look fairly wrung-out.

All of them looked like they’d been sick enough to lose weight.

Taehyung came over and practically dragged him away (making it look playful).

But Jimin said something to Jin and Jungkook.

Jungkook was over there as casually as he could, totally looking at the camera and doing ‘fanservice’. But he obviously didn’t spot you.

Jin didn’t either.

But Yoongi did during the very last song and he stopped, staring, then he was crouched, hand over his mouth, just staring in your direction.

You waved, wondering if he actually was staring at you.

He smiled, but it also looked like he wanted to cry. He waved as well, then cautiously moved off, still keeping an eye on you.

You bit your lip, smiling.

Alena squealed and grabbed onto you, and the two of you did your best to fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Both of you lingered as long as you could afterward, her extremely hyped from the whole concert and talking a mile a minute, while you were feeling…exhausted? All of the emotions around you and finally seeing your boys again….

But you had no idea how you were going to get to them, or how they were going to get to you.

Until you saw Sejin, scanning the crowd.

The likelihood of him being on the side of the boys was pretty good.

You tugged on Alena’s arm, pulling her to a stop.

Sejin locked onto you and started moving, coming your way, waiting until the straggling fans that had been around you were gone before telling security to let you through.

You dipped your head to the security guards, then bowed slightly to Sejin. “Hello.”

Sejin smiled. “Hello, y/n.”

You bit your lip. “I remembered.”

He nodded. “I figured. We all figured. They’re waiting. They’re all waiting.”

You were practically vibrating.

“Come on, let’s get you back to them. Your friend can come but she needs to wait in the hallway for…security purposes.”

You nodded and relayed the information to Alena, then both of you were following back to the waiting room.

Sejin stopped by the waiting room. “Go on in.”

You nodded, putting your hand on the doorknob and then turning it and going in.

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What You Can Recycle and Where to Take It in Louisville, KY

You just ate the last bit of cereal for breakfast and are left with an empty box. What are you going to do with it? Thrown in the trash can or toss it into the recycling bin?

Some of the most common reasons why people do not recycle are that it is inconvenient, they do not know what is recyclable, or they simply do not care.

Recycling has a huge impact because it eliminates some of the waste that can leave a damaging impression on the environment. With a collective effort, we can reduce our need for landfills and make a better environment for future generations.

To help out, we have created this easy-to-read recycling guide that has the tools you need so you know what is recyclable, where to recycle, and what to do with those items you cannot recycle.

What Can You Recycle?

Through advancements in recycling technology, the list of what is recyclable is continuously growing. This can make it tough to remember what is and what is not recyclable. So we have done the thinking for you. Here is a list of all the common items that can be recycled in the Louisville, KY area.

Paper Recycling

Almost every person uses paper in some way, shape, or form every single day. Because of this, paper makes up about 29% or 71 million tons of total waste each year. Yikes! But recent studies have shown that a whopping 45 million tons are recycled each year in America. Maybe one day, all paper will be recycled and repurposed.

Paper products that are acceptable:

Flattened cardboard

Paper containers, paper cups

Milk, juice, & soup cartons

Newspapers

Magazines

Cereal/snack boxes

Office paper

Shredded paper (must be in a paper bag)

Junk mail (be sure to remove your name/address)

Phone books

Plastic Recycling

Plastic is a flexible lightweight material that is great at keeping leftovers fresh. Yet, it uses fossil fuels in its production and causes harm to the environment when it is not recycled properly. It’s important to also note that in order for plastic to be acceptable, it must be clean. If your leftover spaghetti dinner is stuck to the container, it could contaminate an entire load, causing all that recyclable plastic to end up in the landfill.

Many believe that the number on the bottom of the plastic container is an indication of whether or not it’s recyclable. It’s not. Those numbers indicate its plastic type only. The best way to know if a plastic is recyclable is to look at its shape. Jugs, jars, and bottles are all acceptable.

Plastic products that are acceptable:

Water bottles

Shampoo/soap/detergent bottles

Milk jugs

Contact solution bottles

Metal Recycling

According to Waste Management, of the 2.7 million tons of metal Americans discard each year, only 50% is recycled. When you recycle metals, you not only help the environment, you also save on the amount of energy that is used to produce it. When metal is recycled, it saves 74% of the energy that is used to produce it.

As with any recyclable, the metal must be free of any food or product waste.

Metal products that are acceptable:

Aluminum cans

Aluminum foil and bakeware

Steel & Tin cans (soup cans, soda cans, beer cans)

Glass Recycling

Thanks to everyone’s recycling efforts, most glass jars and bottles are made with about 27% recycled glass. While glass is not an acceptable recyclable in all areas, it is accepted here in Louisville, KY.

In order for the glass to be acceptable, it must be in one piece and free of food and dirt. Broken glass is a hazard for the people who collect and sort recyclables. So, unfortunately, broken glass needs to wrapped in newspaper and disposed of in the trash.

Glass products that are acceptable:

Clear Glass/Jars

Amber Glass/Jars

Green Glass/Jars

Battery Recycling

Many of the components found in batteries can be reused and repurposed to make new batteries or even other products. For example, the sulfuric acid found in car batteries can be broken down and purified to make fertilizer and dyes.

It is important to remember that batteries of any kind should not be combined with your common home recyclables. Since they contain chemicals, they need to be taken to a facility that can properly recycle them.

Batteries that are acceptable:

Car batteries

Household batteries

Button Batteries

Rechargeable Batteries

Electronic Recycling

Electronics that are broken, dated, or just ready for the graveyard is referred to as “e-waste.” E-waste should never be combined with other recyclable items. Instead, they need to be taken to facilities that are knowledgeable in the deconstruction and removal of the components that can be reused.

Electronics that are acceptable:

Cell phones

Compact discs (CDs) and CD players

Computers

Copiers

Digital cameras

Electronic game systems

Floppy disks

Microwaves

Monitors

Printers

Scanners

Tapes and disk drives

Television sets

VCRs

To learn more about e-waste and where you can recycle electronics in Louisville, KY, jump on over to our article about electronic recycling.

Appliance Recycling

You have purchased a new energy efficient appliance for your home. Now you are wondering what to do with the old one. Depending on where you purchased your new appliance, many stores will haul away the old one for you and recycle it. If they don’t, or they tell you they will just dump it in the closest landfill, then it’s a great idea to recycle it!

Most appliances, especially older models, are made largely of metal, which is of course recyclable. Air conditioners and refrigerators contain chemicals that are used to chill air, and these chemicals are harmful to the environment. When recycled, these chemicals are properly and safely recycled to be used in other products.

Appliances that are acceptable:

Air conditioners

Clothes washers and dryers

Dehumidifiers

Dishwashers

Freezers

Furnaces

Garbage disposals

Heat pumps

Microwaves

Ovens

Refrigerators

Stoves and ranges

Trash compactors

Water heaters

Where Can I Recycle in Louisville, KY?

Depending on what you are recycling, there are several options for you.

Curbside Pickup

The city of Louisville offers free curbside pickup for many residents. Paper, plastic, glass, and metal are all accepted through this service. If curbside pickup is not offered by the city, private waste haulers are required to offer curbside pickup to any customer who requests it. Click here to find out if your area is serviced by the city’s curbside pickup service.

Drop-off Locations

For residents that are not offered curbside pickup or do not want someone coming to their home to collect, there are several drop-off facilities that are located in Louisville, KY. Check out the table below for locations and what types of items they accept.

Grocery Stores

Many grocery stores in and around the Louisville Metro area recycle plastic bags. So the next time you head to the grocery, look for drop off containers near the front of the store or ask customer service where they are located.

Automobile Shops

Many mechanic shops will gladly take and recycle car batteries. The next time you are in for an oil change, ask if they accept car batteries or if they know of a shop nearby that does.

Recycling Centers Near Me

PaperPlastic GlassMetalElectronicsOther East District Public Works Yard 595 N. Hubbards Lane ✓ ✓ ✓ ✓ Southwest Government Center 7219 Dixie Highway✓✓✓✓ HAZ BIN 7501 Grade Lane✓✓✓✓Batteries LG&E KU 820 West BroadwayAppliances Bluegrass Recycle 1361 S. 15th St. ✓ ISA Recycling 7100 Grade Lane✓✓ Waste Reduction Center 636 Meriwether Ave. ✓ Metro Fire Company 3228 River Park Drive✓✓✓✓ Metro Fire Company 1500 South 6th Street✓✓✓✓ Metro Fire Company 235 East Jefferson St.✓✓✓✓ Middletown Firehouse 108 Urton Lane ✓✓✓✓

Recycling Centers Near Me

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What To Do With The Items You Can’t Recycle

Wouldn’t it be great if everything were recyclable? Unfortunately, this is not the case. At least not yet. For the items that cannot be recycled, there are several options available to you.

Sell It

Donate It

Take advantage of Louisville’s junk day. You can find specific junk days for your area here.

If you have a lot of items that need to be trashed, like before a move or after a remodel, you can always take the time to drive it to the dump yourself or you can rent a dumpster for Economy Dumpster. We will drop off the dumpster at your home or construction site, then come haul it away for you! To rent a dumpster, contact us today!

Items You Didn’t Know Were Recyclable

When the term “recycling” comes to mind, many think of the usual paper, plastic, glass, and metal. There are other items that are great for recycling, but since they are not as common, they are often forgotten and tossed in the trash.

List of some uncommon recyclables, according to Rick LeBlanc of The Balance Small Business blog:

Pet Fur

Old Bras

Glasses & Hearing Aids

Mattresses

Pantyhose

CDs

Tennis Balls

Wine Corks

Running Shoes

Gift Cards, Credit Cards, & Hotel Keys

Dentures

Chewed Gum

Holiday Lights

Crayons

Compact Fluorescent light bulbs

Toilets

Cigarette waste

Solo Cups

Artificial Christmas Trees

Many of these items are in the beginning stages of recycling and are only recycled in a few places, some only in other countries. Hopefully, in the near future, every city in America will be recycling more and more items.

Recycle, It’s Your Future Too

Recycling has come a long way since its early beginnings. Each year, more items are being added to the list and reducing the amount of waste that is dumped into landfills. With all the information we gave you in this article, we hope we helped you learn more about recycling and where you can take your items.

With the growing number of recycling centers, there is no reason why everyone can’t pitch in and help save the environment. So the next time you have a lot of items in your home you need to get rid of, we hope you will either recycle them or rent a hassle-free dumpster from Economy Dumpster. Let us handle all of your residential and construction waste needs.

Happy Recycling!

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