If someone wanted to understand your life without asking you a single question, they could probably start with your bag. Not the bag itself, the inside of it.
The lip balm with no lid. The receipt from three weeks ago. The hair tie that has survived every outfit, every shower, every emergency, and somehow every version of you. The perfume mini you always forget you own until you are already outside. The charger you carry even when you aren’t sure it works. The gum, the keys, the random earring, the crumpled note, the tiny thing you keep “just in case.”
A bag is never just a bag. It’s a small, moving version of your life.
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