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Your canvas backpack carries books and stories too heavy. It is stained with ink and coffee, you're not sure how. You toss is on the ground and look for it when it's under your bed. You reattach it to your shoulders and the straps whine. Let someone else carry it. Just for a bit. Just for a bit.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
Your canvas backpack
Your canvas backpack carries books and stories too heavy. It is stained with ink and coffee, you're not sure how. You toss is on the ground and look for it when it's under your bed. You reattach it to your shoulders and the straps whine. Let someone else carry it. Just for a bit. Just for a bit.
November 6, 2013
linnea-wilson
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
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