I couldn't decide what was worse--the fact that my nose had just fallen off, or that the object of my life-long crush was rapidly approaching me. I frantically looked around for a place to stash the nose. Grabbing the Webster's Dictionary off the shelf, I crammed it somewhere between "knickers" and "kosher," and hastily shoved the book back into place. Only at the last second did I remember the gaping hole where my nose used to belong, and I barely had time to clap my hand over my face before there she was, in all her gorgeous glory, standing right in front of me. "Heya, Louie," she said, smiling brightly. "Hi, Mandy," I mumbled, doing my best to look busy. Suddenly, she frowned, and I thought she'd noticed the nose-hole, but she was peering at the ground. "Oh gross, what is that?" she squealed. I looked down. Oh, god. My heart sank. One of my fingers had just fallen off.