When I was child I had a celluloid doll called “Nancy”. I loved that doll. Then I got an N is for “new” little brother who reached the teething stage, and HE BIT Nancy’s nose, leaving her permanently disfigured. I was extremely upset and never felt the same attachment to Nancy after that. Talk about a shallow, fickle, unfeeling child! Just as well no-one bit Grandpa Flea on the nose – I might have left him out in the rain!
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