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“Happy solstice!” says the naked hippie girl as she mashes her absurdly large breasts into my arm in something that resembles a hug.

Yeah…! I say back, not really sure what I’m supposed to do about this stranger or where I’m supposed to look.  Constant eye contact seems disingenuous, and looking anywhere else hints of perversion.  This does not stop the gray bearded man from stepping in front of us, carefully framing his shot of her chest, and taking a picture of the girl.  “Fuck yeah,” he grumbles looking down at the LCD display.

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