Probably not since the days of the ancient Greeks have so many exposed so much to so many. In one short week the naked dash has achieved Olympian, if not exactly Olympic proportions (see MODERN LIVING). Already those first lonely streakers across dark and isolated campuses seem the fusty pioneers of a misty age. The streaking contagion has spread to every corner of the U.S., spilled across to Europe, gingerly moved out ward in both directions on the age ladder, infected a still minority but growing number of women. What began as a tentative titter at the edge...
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