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My Parents Are Nudists (Or As They Say: Comfortablists)

My Parents Are Nudists (Or As They Say: Comfortablists)

In 6th grade, a new friend came over and saw both of my parents lounging naked in the backyard. This is when I found out my family was a little different than most.

My friend screamed. I thought another rabbit had fallen into the pool so I screamed, too.

My mother leisurely laid a towel over my father’s bare butt (he was asleep, face down, thankfully) and slipped on her baggy London Calling t-shirt. It almost covered everything.

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