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When I was about nine years old, we lived next door to a young man named Jim. The left side of Jim’s face and all the way down his neck was completely white. Part of his nose was missing and the ear on that side of his head was very small. Although he seemed nice, I thought he looked like some kind of monster and used to have nightmares about him.



One day his wife, Anne, was having coffee with my mother and I overheard her tell the story about her husband’s scars.



She said… Continue