Duffle Bag
My arm, back, head, and spirit hurt. My credit score dropped several points, my motivation dropped lower. My love life is like a dragon, something confined to fantasy. The possible relationship between myself and the duffle bag looks more tempting every passing day. Miles and miles of open skies and flatlands could be mine with a simple payment of around sixty dollars. The duffle bag looks like a better solution than wallowing and bitching about my problems.
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