God, I hate this. I unzipped my suitcase and let the cover hang onto the bed. It smelled stuffy like old, dusty air and a bit like cigarettes. I bought this suitcase set—seven pieces for the low price of $79.95—when I went to Toronto. My first passport stamp. A rite of passage. I threw things …
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