I’m back to my old self. No more serious.
Leah didn’t move. It was her job to stand as still as a statue. The first time she’d done it she was a little afraid. All those people looking at her naked body, how does anybody get “used” to that? But she had. The first time the observers were new too and they were a bit embarrassed as well. She’d stuck it out and this was the last week, but if this drunken frat boy didn’t turn her loose quick, fast, and in a hurry, she was going to turn around and punch him in the face. The art department can find another model for next semester.
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