So I'm sitting in the choir, feeling the spirit, loving the doctrine. We're about to sing "The Spirit of God". One of my favorites. Excitement. Joy. I look down. What? What's that? Oh. It's my chest. Covered in the lace of my camisole... too much camisole... too much chest. Wait... my chest? Oh my goodness. It is. Well. Subtle. Must be subtle. Oh!
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