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"𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌?" 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘, 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊.

𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖓𝖆𝖕'𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝖕𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖊, 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊.

or, in which clothes are removed and miscommunication ensues.

[a short story based on the song, we don't have to take our clothes off by ella eyre]