For years I have searched in vain for something to define me as a modern man. The spears and sabres of yore have long passed out of fashion. Dead too are the ponytail and bowler hat.
What then? What next?
I have it. The solution!
One object which will let the world know of my prowess, my courage, my breeding. A simple thing which will make the masses say “Look! There is a man who travels!” even if I don’t.
A washbag, finest accompaniment of the modern man.
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So are we to get a glimpse?
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It is sorrowfully empty and flat, owing to the fact I have nowhere to travel.
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You could fill it with washbag goodies and leave it somewhere prominent as a constant reproach, then who knows what might happen?
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I may just do that. Who knows what adventures might follow!
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