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[There seated behind the worktable is Norman who is wearing a pair of sunglasses and a leather glove on his right-hand.
I know what you're thinking. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside the house (let alone an unlit workroom with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds)? You would think he's swatting flies away from the way he is throwing his hands in the air like he just doesn't care.]
It's always the same thing.
[He continues to throw around his right arm.]
Sames files, same data...same everything. It can't even tell me if chicken's chicken anymore.
[Norman's hand dance comes to a stop as he takes off his glasses.]
I need water.
I know what you're thinking. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside the house (let alone an unlit workroom with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds)? You would think he's swatting flies away from the way he is throwing his hands in the air like he just doesn't care.]
It's always the same thing.
[He continues to throw around his right arm.]
Sames files, same data...same everything. It can't even tell me if chicken's chicken anymore.
[Norman's hand dance comes to a stop as he takes off his glasses.]
I need water.
