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section7mfu“Napoleon, is it true?”
“Is what true?” Solo asked the two women who had simultaneously asked the question.
“Has Illya broken his nose?”
“Yes,” he affirmed “He zigged when he should have zagged, resulting in his nose being flattened across his face.”
“Oh no,” cried Debbie. “I hope the doctors can put it right. He has such a perfect nose. “Come on, Sue, let’s go and see if there’s anything we can do for him.”
As they dashed off, Napoleon tried to look at his own nose, making himself cross-eyed.
“What’s his got that mine hasn’t?” he called out, bitterly.
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“Is what true?” Solo asked the two women who had simultaneously asked the question.
“Has Illya broken his nose?”
“Yes,” he affirmed “He zigged when he should have zagged, resulting in his nose being flattened across his face.”
“Oh no,” cried Debbie. “I hope the doctors can put it right. He has such a perfect nose. “Come on, Sue, let’s go and see if there’s anything we can do for him.”
As they dashed off, Napoleon tried to look at his own nose, making himself cross-eyed.
“What’s his got that mine hasn’t?” he called out, bitterly.
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