I'm trying to be more vigilant about what comes back east with me, which means there's no room for duplicate shoes, no matter how many memories we made together. However, there's nothing that says I can't leave them conspicuously hanging from the trash can and hope that they're granted reincarnation as crack shoes dangling from a telephone wire. Godspeed, Gazelles 1.0!
Time to say goodbye
The devil you know.