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Time goes slower the longer your nose is and that afternoon was my slowest one ever times ten. Bunky tried to cheer me up on the walk home by ripping my nose off and putting it round his neck, pretending he was Granny Harumpadunk with one of her scarves.

'Ooh, where did I put my glasses so I can watch Future Ratman,' he said, and I laughed for the first time all day, my head feeling light from the no nose.