
the love of bag is glorious. it is an utter feeling of a warm embrace you would never wanna let go. it's the feel of leather against your skin. the smell of rustic leather, so wine-sweet. it is the moment your fingers line the handle, the moment you allow the leather to touch your skin, rather than you touching the bag's skin, a pure heaven! Sheer delight! the love of bag is something you can't let go, like an addiction, like an itch that would never go away. It's the way you love bags, the way you should be loving bags.
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