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Rosy Red Nose

Sophie was waiting for me to put on my shoes so that we could go out for pizza. She had a page of stickers & we were joking about something–I don’t remember what–when she spontaneously stuck one on end of my nose. “What’s that?” I asked. “A red star,” she replied. “What will people think at the pizza store?” “They’ll think you’re a writer.” “Really?” “Yes, writers look like that.” “They do?” To prove her point, Sophie said: “Let’s pretend you’re a poet and you want to imagine yourself: Look at my rosy red nose with a bright star on it.”

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