I look dejected and I know to have to throw in the garbage. I pretended not to see the corners and the first analysis of trace metal frame that came from a hole in the bottom left then.
continued to praise the excellent leather, I strutted the visible and well-known brand, and I comforted the perfect suitability of his pockets.
Facing the windows of luggage compared with new models and think about what could have become expensive (too much) and replace it with an equal level as other models, much more affordable, does not bear comparison.
Looking back to when my father gave it to me and how many trips we made together I went on to convince me to have one, beautiful, forty-eight hours.
Events are fatally crashed when the zipper of the main compartment is hopelessly stuck.
unused and unusable, the dejected look on the eve of a small, new journey. Leave with a more cumbersome trolley.
Ok. Articles by the condition will never heal.
emmevù
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