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There Is No Normal. I've Never Met A Normal Person. The Concept Is Flawed. It Implies That There Is Only One Way People Are Supposed To Be, And That Can't Possible Be True. Human Experience Is Far Too Varied.

We're Going To Die," Keith Said, The Moment He Was Gone. "this Man Is A Serial Killer. We're Going To Die, And He's Going To Bury Us In His Garden And Build A Shed On Us.

It Took About Three Minutes For The Unassuming Waffle House To Become The New Offices Of The Law Firm Of Amber, Amber, Amber, And Madison. They Set Up Camp In A Clump Of Booths In The Corner Opposite From Us. A Few Of Them Gave Me An "oh, Good, You Are Still Alive" Nod, But For The Most Part, They Had No Interest In Anyone Else.

Top Trumps Appeared To Be A Game In Which You Got Cards, And The Cards Had A Picture (in This Case, Of A Horse), And Told You All Kinds Of Stats For That Horse, How Fast It Was, How Big It Was, Etc. Whoever Had The Better Horse Won Both The Cards. You Repeated This Until Someone Had All The Cards. So, Basically It Was Exactly Like High School, Except It Only Took Three Minutes. Which Was Really A Bit More Humane, If You Thought About It.

There Is Nothing About A Bad Situation That Fourteen Hyper Cheerleaders Can't Worsen.