I flew away from Megan's hand and went up to her nose. Her nostrils look like they're willing for anyone to go in, but upon getting closer, her long, curly, and plentiful nasal hairs guard the entrances. Dust, viruses, and whatever try to go in, but the brawny nasal hairs forbid them to do so.
Those nose hairs of hers are begging me to go in, and she's breathing from her mouth, so I should be able to go up her nose and go passed her nose hairs with ease. I fly closer to her nostrils, when all of a sudden, a sharp inhale sucks me into her...
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