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I don’t know about you, but I’ve always found packing a belt to be a real pain in the shorts. They twist and writhe as you try and force them under a t-shirt, and just when you’re ready to zip up your carry-on, they inflate, then explode, sending the entire contents of your suitcase all over the place. The shrapnel from the blast can scratch. And that smell. Ugh. 
