“I’ve got your nose,” the giant said to me, sweeping his hand up, up, and away. Far, far above my face, he held his fist so the tip of something nose-like poked out between his index and middle fingers.
“What do you think of that, Annabelle? Fred’s stolen your nose,” my father teased me, winking at his [...]
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