Alexandria Olson

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“Here.” Clark tossed her a beige towel, avoiding looking directly at her. Staring down, she realized it might be because water had turned her already thin top fully translucent. Whoops. “We’ll both need to change, I expect.” He plucked at where his soaked denim work shirt had plastered itself to his chest like it paid for the privilege. “I can get you some dry things.”
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