Fiction | June 01, 2006

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They had lived a clothed life. An accident had changed that. But what was an accident? It was just a word. There was no reason at all that what had happened shouldn’t have happened….[H]ere the two of them sat, Drayton and Sarah Maguire, naked, wilted.

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