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“Well,” Max replied, “I wouldn’t expect you to be permanently naked. In fact, you even told me last night that, despite what you wrote, I could allow you some form of cover.”

“I did?” Chloe asked hopefully.

“Yes, but…”

“But what?” Chloe asked nervously, all hope gone.

“But then you told me that it couldn’t be any form of clothing.” Max explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “I would be allowed to allow you a cardboard box, or a potted plant, or something. It just couldn’t be clothes or a towel. And I was allowed to strip you of that cover whenever I saw fit.”

“How drunk was I last night?” Chloe thought in bewilderment. Out loud, she finally snapped, saying, “Okay, this is ridiculous, Max! Just give me some of your clothes, please!”

“I would, believe me I would!” Max said defensively, “But you’re like two sizes bigger than I am, and – “

“Just give me something!” Chloe snapped as she got out of bed grabbed Max's discarded pajama pants, slipping them up her legs. However, the second they got to her hips, the blue haired girl realized that, unfortunately, Max was telling the truth. With a sigh, she pulled the pants down and off, tossing them on to the bed as she stared at Max. “What am I getting to cover myself?"