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A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

I was laughing with my best friend and the fact that I might die soon was pushed at the back of my head. "No, I've got a better one," I said still laughing, "I'm like Dracula whose down to his last meal." "And his fangs all fell out," Asher added and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Why are we finding this humorous?" I asked as I wiped a tear, "it's not even funny at all." "I guess we're just trying to laugh all our pain away and pretend it's just a huge joke," he answered as he sobered up. "I honestly don't want to think of you dying so soon and leaving me all alone in this crazy world."

as in may S-A-K-I-T I don't feel like fighting, I mean fighting that is tweaked and juggled-- this is a beating heheh, what are you guys thinking about? "What makes you think I'm stupid!?" How did you know? yes, you're really stupid hubby but even so, I didn't regret marrying you because you look like my luck-- Let's not talk about his brain because it's empty, promise I opened it the other day and I was surprised because I didn't see any brain inside his head. Joke, that's just a dream, what are you doing? If I did that, hubby would be dead by now. I don't want him to die yet because I know he's going to die and I'm going to die, it's just a joke again, of course he's going to die, he's not

"Oh I got that, did you change your mind about me? I mean do you regret ever thinking I was a nice guy but I wasn't." It turned out that David knew how Jessy's assessment of him before, the girl chuckled. Seeing this David felt confused, was there something funny? the man felt that there was nothing funny so that it was appropriate to make Jessy chuckle like she is doing now. "Is anything funny I said? why are you chuckling like that? you're so weird, Jessy." "Maybe it's not funny to you but I think it's funny." Jessy's words confused David who still didn't give a real explanation but instead gave words that were difficult to interpret.

“This is a mistake.” “Then why am I here?” He didn’t answer. Not right away. He walked to his desk, loosened his tie, and poured two fingers of bourbon into a glass. He didn’t offer her any. “I’ve ruled in your favor three times in four weeks,” he said. “Every time, I check myself. Every time, I reread the arguments twice to be sure I’m not—" “—thinking with your dick?” His head snapped up. A pause. Then a dry, humorless laugh. “Something like that.”

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

I can't believe Dave has suddenly gone mad. "I'm not mad Leo. Now stop crying." "No, you are! You laughed. Who laughs in a crisis like this? Only mad people." "No. People laugh when they're fiancee is being funny." "You see. We just lost our dear ones and you're saying I am being funny? This can only happen when someone is mad." "Stop saying that I've gone crazy Leona! I'm absolutely fine. Okay, I won't laugh again." He shouted. "If you are not mad then why were you laughing? What was funny?"

A few people chuckled. "Oh, I agree," Rachel nodded. "He is very, very, very crazy. No one who knows him for more than a day can truthfully deny that. He's mad, cracked, insane - and he laughs at death. He laughs at life. He mocks condescension and helps alleviate ignorance through comedy.

“Neither can I. I mean, a cat, a platinum card, and a mysterious disappearing man? This feels like something out of a soap opera.” I laughed a little, but it wasn’t from amusement. It was the kind of laugh you give when nothing makes sense and your brain’s trying to hold it together with duct tape.