Normality is what we assume to be the ordinary. Normality is having family breakfasts at Denny's once a week. Normality is binge-watching the Bachelor on tv because you need routine in your life. Normality is getting the mail in the morning just so you can cop a look at your neighbour on her morning jog. Normality is working at Walmart so no one suspects you of being a professional assassin on the run. But, how long can you maintain a menial existence until the thrill of killing becomes an urge that must be satiated? Let me tell you, it's not too long. I'm like an addict on crack. Unfortunately, my rehab is a driven private investigator who is out of their depth.
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