I hear there are others like me out there. I know there are others that feel this pain.
But still I feel alone.
When I walk across my campus and the strap on my bag squeaks, I am sure I am the only one with this problem. And that it is written across my face.
Everyone who passes knows who I am. That is the girl who's messenger bag obstinately squalls with every step.
Not that I haven't tried to stop it. I will awkwardly shift as I trudge, swinging the dead, lead weight out and grabbing the strap awkwardly.
Maybe if I put my hand over the clasp I can muffle the sound of my shame.
But despite my best efforts the squeaking continues.
And don't even get me started on my stilettos....
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