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A slight addendum to my last picture story: Freshman year I had befriended another Laura with a large nose. Did I have a type back then, or what? This Laura was Italian and had a big nose freshman year. I'm sure we had a class together. Casual friendship. We didn't keep up over the summer. Over that break, she had gotten a nose job- the full, fitting, Roman nose treatment. Had always been pretty with that olive skin and dark eyes, but marone! She looked fantastic with the new nose! I told her so. Marone again naturally.
She did not take my blunt assessment that she had had a nose job very well. What the hell was I talking about- a nose job??!! She insisted her nose had always been as it currently was. She was hurt, angry and wouldn't take an apology. I don't think we ever spoke again. That was her call.
Being 15/16 is tough on girls and boys at any age.
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