"The question isn't whether I know a normal person." Rory shrugged. "It's whether I know them well enough to know how they aren't normal. No one I've known well has ever turned out to be normal, although some appear so."
"Normal for what?" Rory shrugged. "You certainly don't look odd for New York or London. You'd stick out like a sore thumb in Beijing or Salt Lake City."
"I suppose you're right. I just don't really know what normal is, you know? Or why everyone seems so against being labeled as normal." Lenka echoed his shrug. "Sorry, I'm thinking out loud."
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