Capitols and Laundry Bags

It’s that moment when you’re sitting on the charter bus with your 8th grade class, going to the airport, after a week long trip to DC. In this moment, you realize that you left your laundry bag, full of your favorite clothes, in a hotel room that you will never see again. In a hotel you can’t contact. In a hotel that, when you later call, claims that they found no such bag. Anyways, you are about to fly back to your home in California. You may never return to DC. Your clothes are gone forever. That is quite a sad moment.

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