I loved you little silver purse. But you know, it's time. Time to let go. You are old and worn out, which is not to say that i don't still love you, i just, well...its not you, it's me.
Goodbye random bag of white men's undershirts. You need to go live where you will be appreciated. I dont know why you are here in the first place either.
Goodbye awesome bags i was never able to let go of. You all served a great purpose but it is time to go. Green bag, you got me through Amsterdam and the UK. I remember I took off the Tommy Hilfiger tag so no one would know i was american and not Euro-Lori. Unicorn bag, i loved you. but your lack of interior or exterior pockets made me hate you. Tiny star bag, we had some good times. you were perfect for galavanting. But i have outgrown you all.
Goodbye.
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