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Fiction — not a news report

Item monologues

Sometimes a suitcase wants a word. These pieces are invented for the brand world.

The suitcase that kept a secret (Fiction)

I am cardboard and tape. I once held winter coats. Someone wrote “misc” on my side and forgot me for three winters. I do not mind the dark. I mind being unnamed.

Fiction. For real finds, see Found in Stow.