You crash land on a deserted island.

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I was drifting on a surprisingly buoyant carry-on bag. Perhaps I’d been lucky enough to find the kink bag of a balloon fetishist on his or her way to some weirdo convention in Japan? For fear of losing my flotation device, I decided I didn’t care enough to risk it in order to discover its seedy past. I didn’t open …