I bought a brand new black Jansport backpack today, because my HUGE one-shoulder trundle was taking an egregious toll on my posture.
Call me dorky, but if knapsacks are wrong, I don't wanna be right. I can't wait to swing it out in front of me and clutch it to my bosom when I need to get something out. That situation will not be too long at hand, I fear, as I have boiling vesuvian esophageal magma acid in my throat, and a pack of Rolaids in my bag.
HERE GOES!
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