Okay, call me a show-off, call me ostentatious, call me pretentious, but how can I resist a chance to prove to all those fellow students who teased me about being too skinny to look good in leotard and tights, that even a kind with a big nose, who wore her hair screwed up in a bun, whose finest feature was her big feet-that even Frankie Severino could grow up to accept, with grace and dignity and passion, the heart and hand of the once and forever prince of Brooklyn?
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