Here, everything is quiet
and nothing changes
Please find me
I think I am lost
no one is ever truly lost, Suitcase Girl, some take a bit longer to find than others. It would be useful to know your real name though. A suitcase being either open or shut. Cheers then, Jerry
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Oh dear, did you get put on the wrong flight again? Never mind, we can meet up in Marrakesh...