[There is no normal when you're Gregor Samsa, only Unsettling Dreams. Sorry, Junpei.]
Just wait until I'm gone home myself, and then throw the party! You could even drink, then. That'd be a real blast. But I can probably accept a little friendly elbowing, a masculine one-armed hug, that sort of stuff. My tolerance is way up from a decade or so ago, that's for sure.
You got slippers and a recliner to get into once you've had your butterscotch candy for the night? A freshly printed newspaper that's probably blank? That's the stuff of dreams, don't you think? Normal. Reserved. Boring as anything. I'd love that.
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Just wait until I'm gone home myself, and then throw the party! You could even drink, then. That'd be a real blast. But I can probably accept a little friendly elbowing, a masculine one-armed hug, that sort of stuff. My tolerance is way up from a decade or so ago, that's for sure.
You got slippers and a recliner to get into once you've had your butterscotch candy for the night? A freshly printed newspaper that's probably blank? That's the stuff of dreams, don't you think? Normal. Reserved. Boring as anything. I'd love that.