The Hideous Man There was once a young man.He was a hideous man.When he walked down the street, people would turn their heads in disgust and children would point and wail, for he looked different.He would often overhear the adults speak ill of him and of how hideous he was.It had been like this all his life, for as long as he could remember.Because of this, he had no mirrors in his home.The young man knew he was hideous and needed not be reminded of it.He heard it often enough as it was and did not wish to see it for himself.He was ashamed.One night the young man wept for hours in frustration."Why must someone as hideous as I exist in thi
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