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1 " In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog. "
― Leslie Connor , Waiting for Normal
2 " I figured I could say this to Helena; her boobs were ahead of my boobs. “My puberty book says there’s no way to stop ’em.” I paused. “Darn things could get huge!” I opened my eyes wide. "
3 " It looks like there’s a different world inside those gates.” “Hmm. Gates’ll do that. Just like bridges,” Soula said. "
4 " The dictionary,” I explained. “A hero is someone who sets themselves apart from others. You know—someone who is strong or shows courage, takes a risk. And I know Webster’s is probably talking about well known heroes. Like from the newspapers and history books. Inventors and athletes and people like Martin Luther King.” “Uh-huh.” Soula was still listening. “But don’t you think it’s possible . . .”—I twisted up my face—“…that every person is a hero to someone else?” I said. "
5 " Normal …is when you know what’s gonna happen next. Not exactly what, because probably nobody gets that. But normal is being able to count on certain things. Good things. And it’s having everyone together—just because they belong that way.” I realized I was making a circle with my hands as if I were holding on to a tiny world. “I keep waiting for it to happen to us,” I said, looking up at Mommers. “But we—we never seem to get all the way to normal. "