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… She inspected him in the bright sunshine then, from the knees down. She couldn’t take her eyes off the unevenly clipped toenails; the raised veins radiating from his anklebone and across the plain of his foot; the patchiness of the hair on his calves. She’d seen him naked now. There was no undoing that. And he’d seen her. Touched her. Lots of things to her.

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