For Sarah/Princesspower ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
After securing his trunk, Forrest was drenched in sweat. It wasn't that hot, but dragging a big heavy trunk was too tiring for a twelve-year-old, ill-thin boy. He was panting and he had to drag himself to the closest compartment. He barely looked inside to see it was empty, and plopped down the seat.
This train needed someone elder to help with trunks.
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