I discovered Tano Bags a couple of months ago while sitting in a
crowded subway car. I had someone's knee in my crotch, a random elbow
in my ear, and a gorgeous, glorious bag in my face. With the bag as my
guiding light, I didn't even mind the knee and elbow so much and by the
end of the ride, I was in love. Sadly, the bag got off the subway
before I did, and before I had a chance to catch up to it and ask for
it's number, it was gone. I did, however, get its name before it was
lost in the crowd, spotting a glint of a tag that read : Tano.
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