I'm curious if the last beer of the night, my last meaningful relationship, the last drag of that joint, the last dollar in my bank account, the last bit of sanity I had are in there too. What's in this suitcase? Really.
I bet there's a bunch of Superman Underoos underwear in there. That'd be funny for the Federal Aviation Authorities to discover.
Blasted! I should've opened it. Thwarted by electrical tape again.
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