Her vintage apartment building was still heated by steam in cast-iron radiators. Her one-bedroom apartment was always sauna-hot in winter. So she spent most of her time in her apartment naked. She didn't care if the windows didn't have curtains. She was fresh out of school. She had a couch from Ikea. A bookcase from Ikea. A dresser she got at a thrift store, and a bed. Curtains were lower on the shopping list, after a bookcase and cooking pots.
So what if anyone saw. She enjoyed being naked, and what she did in her own apartment was her business. It wasn't her job to cover up; it was outsiders' job not to look. And if they did, it didn't hurt her any. If anything, she knew her body was young and at its prime. If I can't how it off now, she figured, then when?
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