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The „normal“ guy

One day, Tom‘s normal sister Marry invited a few girls to her birthday party. It was her 13th birthday, but she invited all girls in her class so they were 12, 13 and three of them were already 14. One of those three girls was Lennard. Lennard wasn‘t normal. She was not like other girls her age. She wouldn‘t weare skirts or dresses, she had short hair and hated make-up. And in this moment Tom knew that he only would marry someone like Lennard.

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The “normal“ guy

Tom was a normal boy. He had a normal name and he lived in a beautyful, small, normal house in a beautyfull, small, normal village. His normal dad was a normal doctor, his normal mother was a normal waitress, his grades were normal, his little sister Amy, his dog, his friends, even his hobbys were normal. And if you saw a group of children, you always saw the red-haired Yill with her big blue glasses and Reuben with his weelchair and his bald head. But you never saw Tom with his normal brown hair and his normal brown eyes and his normal blue pullover. And Tom knew it could be so much worse and that he should have been happy with his life - but he wasn‘t.