When was it? Summer in Minneapolis, near Lake Harriet, eighty-five degrees. Right, a tattooed group preceded us through the fifty-odd rows of roses, skin tanned and curlicued, bestial designs pouring out of their tank tops
When was it? Summer in Minneapolis, near Lake Harriet, eighty-five degrees. Right, a tattooed group preceded us through the fifty-odd rows of roses, skin tanned and curlicued, bestial designs pouring out of their tank tops