i hate your laptop bag. the mere sight of it throws me into a tizzy. perhaps that is unfair to the bag. its never done anything to me, it is merely an inanimate object. But you, you are so much more than that. you happen to be my world.
and that bag walks with you right out our door for days, maybe weeks.
i hate that bag.
love, your i'm sorry for blubbering all over you at the airport in such a girl fashion, one day wife.
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