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You find me lying on the couch in the living room, studying, my face buried in my books. I am dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, nothing else because of the warmth that has finally managed to also make its way inside the house. You walk up to me without making a sound so you don't disturb me while I am trying to absorb the information in the book. Slowly you sit down on the floor next to the couch and pull my shorts down to find I am not wearing anything underneath.
