For 209
Was that you, on the edge of the diving board in Tucson—no, Cleveland—telling someone you would never leave that city, even though you already had? What did the air smell like that night, and who was holding the towel? #SMEno1fav
Was that you, on the edge of the diving board in Tucson—no, Cleveland—telling someone you would never leave that city, even though you already had? What did the air smell like that night, and who was holding the towel? #SMEno1fav