Leandra Parsons

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“All of it,” I demand, motioning toward her body and the last of the clothing covering her. Cassidy’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. She blinks several times before glancing down at her skirt. She doesn’t make a move to take it off. Something about this has my misplaced anger melting away.
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