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| About a Nose It is his nose, she concludes, that she misses the most. Its ridges, its bumps -- the way it takes over his face. If ever she woke up while he still slept, she would kiss his nose and stare at it (lovingly). Did he ever know that? She will never again kiss that nose, and the certainty of this thought is a dull throbbing pain in the center of her heart, in the hollow of her stomach. And as the lump swells in her throat, the tears rise and brim over. All for a nose and the boy who could not believe. |
| Image Copyright DC Comics 1979 |