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He told me to bring my Nikon to the poppy fields in ten minutes and to only wear his coat. I saw him in the first section of the crowded place. He took me away from the sea of people to a more secluced spot. He released my hand while he took the camera from my grasp at the same moment a cheeky grin formed across his face that could only mean trouble.  He whispered in my ear, "Strip

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