Only from the neck up. Let’s not go crazy.
It’s not a cleft lip. It’s a scar. Depending on lighting it can look more prominent than other times. It aligns with one of two scars under my three times busted nose. That one time when I got hit in the face with a car. That other time I got hit in the face with a car. And that other time I got hit in the face with a golf club. One time was on accident.
It’s probably why I have no fear.
It’s probably why I have no fear.
Builds character they say.
I pondered getting the loose cartilage taken out of the bottom of my nose, but lately it’s become one of my favorite things to play with when I watch movies. I suppose if I ever date anyone again I’ll have to stop doing that.
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