Norman started
normal. Gwen did not. Roman numerals were the undoing of them both.
Norman by way of a mistake at a Superbowl party where he mistook an L
for an I and was the subject of so much ridicule that he never
chanced speaking out loud again. Gwen on the other hand was
traumatized by a misaligned sun dial.
They met one day at
a support group for unsupportable neuroses. They found each other
among the folding metal chairs and Styrofoam cups and lived silently
ever after in a cute little house with no clocks or periodic sporting
events.
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