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Sunday, December 6, 2009
The importance of a good companion.
The bag lay on her bed and a pile of clothes messily around it. She was sitting by the window, taking slow shabby breaths and wondering what to do next. She took a look at the cabinet near the door, the drawers all angrily open and growling back at her. Her hands shock as she opened the desk cabinet and retrieved her documents. As she slowly got up to finish the packing, a light knock on the door. She looked over in a moment of silent misery. A million thoughts banged around in her mind but a cold still took over her body. She quitely stuffed the remaining objects into her holdall and tiptoed to the other side of the room. Quickly opening the window, she eyed the windowsill and hoped it would hold beneath her. She heard movements behind the door just as she dropped her trusted holdall and herself with a skill and ease down to the next floor's balcony. From then on She never looked back...
bags: Gino Ferrari leather with zip around base, Mulberry small clipper holdall
- a good bag is a good companion, whatever comes next -