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His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

After he said that, I looked at him and immediately, I didn’t even know when I started laughing out loud. He looked over at me, his face laced with confusion and I was sure his mind kept asking him why I was laughing. “I…I’m sorry” I said, trying to stop myself from laughing even more. “What’s wrong? Did I say something funny?” He asked, confused. I stretched my palm in a stop motion, signaling for him to hold on for a while as I had to catch my breath and stop laughing. When I calmed down, I answered him. “Yes technically” I said as I gave a little giggle.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

I disfigure my face by placing my palms on my cheeks. “Truly, truly. Especially you.” Laughing, I slap her arm, but still continue, “But that ugly side is not a disadvantage.” “Louder for the people at the back.” She starts to clap. “It's only proof that we. Are. Unique.” “Hmm!” Joy thins her lips, clapping hard, and we explode into a guffaw that causes us to fall into each other. “I suppose become motivational speaker o,” I say when we finally catch our breaths.

He just looked at me like I had said him to jump off the cliff. "Haan???" Stunned he asked again. "Smile.It will relax your muscles.Will erase the huge crease between your eyebrows.Just smile" "I can't" he said fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Oh comeon.Its so easy just look at me" I made a huge smily face "This" then made a goofy grin "This" Then I put my fingers on both corners of mouth stretching them. His mouth slightly twitched upwards. Omg !! Two big events are going to happen

Ralph asked us again as he roamed his eyes to us. "Yes, but we already have finished it early". I said as I looked at the person behind him whos doing some funny faces. I glared at him, my friends also laugh at him. Ralph turned his back and he was startled to see one of our boy friend making some funny faces on his back. "What are you, Jay?". I asked as I glared at him this person is really such a joke, he likes doing some funny faces that can make you laugh and irritated at the same time.

Beckham said and brought out his phone from his jeans pockets and swiped about it before bringing it to my face. I couldn't believe my eyes, what was on his screen was fucking hilarious! "Bro, is that Sam? Why does her lips look…inflated?" I questioned as Beckham kept swiping across her pictures and it was just slide after slide of pure ridiculousness. "She got fillers. Lip fillers or whatever they call 'em." Beckham answered and took his phone away from my face. I couldn't contain my laughter at all, it was just too funny. "Well, does she know she looks like this? How does she feel walking around with a literal destruction on her face?" I questioned, trying to catch my breath from so much l

I gave out such a laugh that it even scared the hell out of me. Another guy faked me out and gave me a good blow on the cheek. I stumbled, trying to stabilize myself. I then looked up at him and gave out a scary laugh. But I kept on smiling and said, “I see. You are not all talk, are you? I commend you on landing a square blow on me. However...”. I looked up and said, “IT’S FUTILE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY!!" Others paused their advance and looked at me in surprise. “Huh?!"

"But the look on your face just now was absolutely priceless. Your eyebrows went straight into your hairline." A sudden, unexpected laugh bubbles up past my lips, the sound surprising even myself as the absurdity of the fake fact hits me. I reach across the table, playfully swatting at his forearm. "That is terrible! You said it with so much confidence, I actually believed you for a second."

he told me, and I burst into laughter. "With this face? Isn't that hilarious?" I wondered. "What's so funny, bro?" he asked, surprised. I got up, cleaned my face with my palms, and said, "Everything's funny – the accident, seven years in a coma, and now making a public appearance with this face." "You aren't the first to have met this fate," he said. "Well, I know the Frankenstein monster did," I replied. "I'm not talking about movies," he snapped. "That's my favorite movie," I said.