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The men carried on a conversation about cars for the next ten minutes, possibly the dullest conversation Ophelia had ever heard in her life,
Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. “Stop!” she cried aloud, slamming her hands against her forehead as if she could physically dislodge the voice from her mind.
“For what it’s worth,” he started, “being normal is incredibly dull. Almost as dull as living vicariously through someone else.
