"Stupid luggage." I muttered, to myself, as I pulled the large Louis Vuitton trunk out from under the four poster bed I'd been sleeping on while staying with Kaci this summer. It wasn't the luggage's fault that my flight was already booked and I was finally leaving in a few days to go back to Shreveport. And that I didn't want to go. But inanimate
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