I put my cigarette out, the bizarre words tinging in my head. "Do you thing there's such a thing as perfectly normal?"
Jordy takes a long drag, her eyes penetrating mine. "I'm not sure," she answers. "All I know is that normal people--people who don't feel passionate about anything, people who don't read books, people who exist for years without crying--are boring, one-dimensional and usually of mediocre intelligence. I hate normal people," Jordy concludes, grinning.
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