He can feel all the blood in his body rising up towards the warm balloon of his face, “this is how shame feels,” he said to himself wearily, “it’s an obvious personal torture. Oh, how do I hide it?!”. The more he saw himself from an observer’s angle, the more he could feel the eyes around him undressing his soul. Even the public yawn that he gave could not conceal the torment this man imprisoned

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