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I zipped my bag, checked the contents out of habit. Three shirts, two pairs of pants, one novel I had read approximately six pages of across the entire weekend, toiletries in a plastic grocery bag that looked deeply out of place next to the monogrammed hand towels in the bathroom. The canvas duffel sat on the luggage stand looking exactly as tragic as it had Friday evening, unbothered by the experience of spending a weekend surrounded by things that cost more than my rent.
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