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I'm Normal
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Annette is normal, average even. She's average height at 5'4, had average sized assets, average brown eyes, and average brown hair. She was right handed like the majority of the world and had a common blood type. She worked an average desk job. She was neither poor nor rich. She wasn't a loner, but she wasn't a social butterfly either. She was completely normal...average. So why would someone so average fall in love with someone who is the exact opposite? It wasn't love at first sight, it wasn't a friendship that blossomed into something more. It was a chance meeting, and then another and another. Small talk here and there, quick nods in passing, nothing more. Until it was.....
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