Yes, absolutely. (And you mean it.)

"Yeah, of course," you say. "You're a good person and I know we're not always seeing eye to eye, but what are neighbors for?"

"Thanks. I'm glad to hear it. It's just... something weird happened and Idon't know what to do. I guess it's better if I just let you see. There's a key under the potted plant in the hall. Use it to unlock the door."

You open your mouth to ask more questions. Why wouldn't she just unlock it with the thumb knob? You refrain and go to the plant instead, reclaiming a little deadbolt key and returning to unlock the door. With a twist it unlocks and you push the door open.

That's when you realize Shannon isn't hugging pillows-- they're undoubtedly giant breasts. Z-cups presumably. Somehow, the notebook worked!

-Shannon has enlarged to a Z-cup inexplicably! It shows up as '26', a twenty-six inch difference from her chest measurement. -

You gape at her, completely at a loss for words.

"Horrible isn't it? I just woke up with these. I don't know what to do."

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