Alice was just an average girl. I know, sure, that when you really come down to it, isn’t everyone just an average person? But for her, I really mean it when I say average. Her diet was average. Her height was average. Her clothes were average. And, though it makes me sad to say it, the way she thought was just about average. And average was all that she would ever be. Not that it’s a bad thing, however. Just…average. So I think you’ll understand why I’m moving from her to a slightly less average character.

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