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So if you understand me better, what then?” “You don’t get it, do you?” I said. “It’s not a question of ‘what then.’ Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables and that’s all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?” “Kind of like a hobby?” she said, amused. “Sure, I guess you could call it a hobby. Most normal people would call it friendship or love or something, but if you want to call it a hobby, that’s O.K., too.” “Tell me,” said Naoko, “you liked Kizuki, too, didn’t you?” “Of course,” I said. “How about Reiko?” “I like her a lot,” I said. “She’s really nice.” “How come you always like people like that—people like us, I mean? We’re all kinda weird and twisted and drowning—me and Kizuki and Reiko. Why can’t you like more normal people?” “Because I don’t see you like that,” I said after giving it some thought. “I don’t see you or Kizuki or Reiko as ‘twisted’ in any way. The guys I think of as twisted are out there running around.” “But we are twisted,” said Naoko. “I can see that.
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