It’s an old, rugged, blue denim bag. It has got a spacious, big pocket. There are two small ones in the front for trinkets etc and a side space to carry your liquids.
A small keychain hangs by the zipper. The tiny bells on it tinkle everytime you move.
At the bottom, there’s a stain, most probably left by a chewing gum. The corner that had got torn is now mended.
“Hey Merel, can you accommodate my book in your bag?
I am not carrying mine.”
“Sure! I am used to carrying extra baggage”
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