"But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along."

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We’re freaks, that’s all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that’s all. We’re the tattooed lady, and we’re never going to have a minute’s peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too.

— J. D. Salinger