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He looked down at his bare knees, then at the fire, then at the smiling, grateful faces around him. "Yes, I am," he said, popping the toasted marshmallow into the girl's hand. "I'm the Hearth. The Provider. The warm, invisible thing you don't notice until the lights go out."

Brenda walked over, her feather boa now sadly wilted. "Leo," she said. "You're not wearing a costume." nudismprovider halloween

Leo ran the only business in town where the dress code was a suggestion you were actively encouraged to ignore. "Aura's Away," his clothing-optional resort, was a peaceful haven of mineral pools, redwood saunas, and strict rules about sunscreen. But October brought a new challenge: Halloween. He looked down at his bare knees, then

"It's a conceptual costume," he muttered, staring into his closet. A pair of swim trunks felt like cheating. A leaf over the groin felt desperate. The Provider