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Anne, a stripper,grows!
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Chapter #3

Smart

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Anne was a smart girl, that was for sure, but she wasn't very lucky. Being a stripper wasn't her first career choice, but everyone knows how tough the job market is these days. Anne had a great body, so after much deliberation she concluded that she would take up this job to pay the bills until something more suited to her education presented itself. Still, after all this time Anne had gotten used to her bad luck. She typically prepared for the worst and hoped for the best, and in doing so she was always prepared. Nothing, however, could have prepared her for what was about to happen.

Just as with any other room in any other building, a few thousand dust particles floated around Anne's dressing room. One of these particles, however, was different from the others. Anne had less than a one in a million chance of inhaling it, but then again, luck was never on her side. The dust particle floated past her face without incident, but then Anne turned around. Now, her nose was directly over the sinister piece of dust. Not knowing what trouble she was getting herself into, Anne breathed in, just as any normal, unknowing person would do. The dust particle was sucked up toward her nose. It flew into her right nostril, ricocheting off of a few nose hairs along the way. Eventually, it lodged itself against the side of the nostril and stuck fast.

"Ack! I feel like something just went up my nose!" Anne yelped to no one in particular. She raised her hand up to her face and rubbed the underside of her nose with her finger. It felt as if something very tiny yet very noticeable had just flown up into one of her nostrils. It was hardly a pleasant feeling, so Anne wanted to get rid of it before heading out to perform. Looking around just to make sure no one was watching, she inserted her finger into her right nostril and picked her nose. Nothing came out, but the irritation died down.

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