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lol... I moved back home with my parents about 5 years ago to have a nervous breakdown and recollect the pieces of my shattered life, so in that time i've only been naked for the spans of time it takes to hop in and out of the shower.
back when I lived in the real world, I hit the apartment door and the clothes were gone and none went on again until i had to leave again. the fun thing was about the last year I lived there, the building was in the process of going condo, and the apartments were being gutted and redone as peoples leases ended, so my fiancee and I ended up having the building to ourselves for the last 6 months we lived there, so as long as it was after the hours the workmen were there, we even went down the hall to the laundry room and pop machine in the buff, and left the apartment door open all the time too - i mean wide open - even at night. It was great.
hmm... no prancing as I recall tho...
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