Rattle his bones
over the stones
its only a pauper
who nobody owns
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You’re as plain as the nose on your face,” said Mr. Pennyworth. “And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway. You are a vacant doorway. You are nothing. Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody.
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Can I hug you?"
"Do you want to?"said Bod.
"Yes."
"Well then."He thought for a moment."I don't mind if you do."
"My hands won't go through you or anything?You're really there?"
"You won't go through me,"he told her,and she threw her arms around him and squeezed him so tightly he could hardly breathe.
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