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Guessing Normal's preference for sweets would vary wildly from bun to bun. Those who only knew him in passing, no idea of his job, would figure he loved them. He was such a sweet looking fellow, after all! So it was only natural that he would love bits and bites of sugary confections in any way he could get it! Those who knew him deeper would say that no sweetness could live in him. There was no way that Normal would put sugar in his mouth. It would be like asking a drop of water to su...

Normal is not religious. There was a give and take to the world that did not involve such silly things as gods and fate. Those who knew of Normal and his routines might find this strange to learn. Devout is what they might call him. Every Monday without fail he would visit the Church and donate a few of his hard earned Carats. While it irked his inner Greedy instincts to part with even the paltry sum, the reward for it was worth it in his eyes. A higher standing in the Church meant he ...

There was shit to do and people to shake down. Normal's heels clicked on the sidewalk. Devilish and sharp, other buns parted as he strut. Maybe it was who he was. Maybe it was the 'I'll murder you and hide the body' look he was he giving to anyone who dared look at him. He was better than them. They didn't deserve to look at him. Nothing could stop Normal when he was in a mood like this. ... except. A few stray droplets hit the toe of his shoe. It gave him pause lo...