As our holiday was winding down, I realized how much time I had spent with the Significant Other’s beloved backpack. All the evenings in the hotel room, on the drive down, the day the Lady and the S.O. visited the Zoo with her MEC backpack in tow, leaving us alone to get acquainted. Now, I know what you’re thinking, dear Reader. Why would a Pretty Purple Purse like me pay attention to a rugged, scrappy backpack like him? It’s what romantic comedies are made of. We’re opposites, but this purse can’t help but appreciate his masculinity, his clean lines and the sense that he’s experienced many things the world has to offer. The drive back to Winnipeg was bliss, cuddled on the backseat with my handsome bag. Could this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship?
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