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“Haha. She was a very sweet girl. But it’s Valentine’s Day. Why would I want to spend that with anyone else but you?” I give him a wry smile. “Technically, it’s the fifteenth now.” “Even so.” He grins at Ian as he brings two whiskies over. “Cheers.” I sigh and take one of the glasses. “You’re trying to destroy my liver,” I grumble. “I like you drunk,” Huxley says. “It files off your sharp edges.” “What sharp edges? I don’t have any.” He laughs. “Yeah, of course you don’t.” He holds up his glass, and I tap mine to it. “I always drink to world peace,” he says. It’s a quote From Groundhog Day.

Julia sits down across from me, her voice sincere. "What is it?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Fuck them, get drunk." Julia holds up a single finger for each word. We break out into laughter. "I think that's a motivational quote I need posted in my office." I snort. "Agreed.," Julia says. She checks her watch. "I think you're officially off the clock, my friend. You'll survive this weekend, I promise." I stand up and press my hands together. "Pray for me?" I say, pressing my hands together.

I asked, already anticipating the infectious laughter that was sure to follow. She took a deep breath, mustering all the confidence a five-year-old could have. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" We all leaned in, intrigued by Heaven's humor. "I don't know, Heaven. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" I replied, playing along. "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Heaven burst into giggles, her laughter echoing through the room. The table erupted with laughter, including my father, Angel, Misha, and myself. It was a moment of pure joy and release of tension, a reminder that even in challenging times, laughter can bring people closer together.

I thought that was Christmas," and I respond. It's impossible to have a favorite holiday. That is dishonest. Mom looks at him. "I don't cheat, Anthony, so please stop accusing me of doing so. All other holidays are in second place, with Halloween and Christmas tied for first. My dad and I both make fun of her. She consistently cracks us up. I tell her, "I'm too old to dress up. "There is nothing like that. I believe your father and I are older than you because we are both dressed up. I jest, "You don't behave like it.

"If you spoke your mind, you would be speechless." "I get so emotional when you are not around. That emotion is called happiness." "Mirrors can't talk and luckily for you, they can't laugh." "Roses are red, violets are blue. I was born beautiful, what the hell happened to you?" "I'm not saying I hate you, but I would unplug your life supply to charge my phone." "You bring everyone a lot of joy when you leave the room." "Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology."

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.

I lost my anxiety when I saw they were okay. “K, why did you call?" Mom greeted me. "Ah, nothing .. how are you?" I asked as they just smiled. It just ended up with the story and nothing else. Everything I was worried about was gone because of that. In a few minutes, I dropped the call because they still have work and I don't want to bother them too much. It's okay for me that I saw they were okay. They come home to the Philippines during the holidays and have an important get together just like All Souls Day, Christmas and New Year. When it's my birthday, they rarely come home. They were just chatting or video calling me. That's why I often forget my birthday. I haven’t celebrated that late

Killian asked, lightly. “Oh, yeah. And we gather for all holidays and stuff. But - whenever we gather for Thanksgiving, for example, or any of the other bigger holidays, there’s always an uncle Joe or Grandpa Ben who starts speaking nonsense and reminding everyone of the mistakes they made last year. And they, yes- they drive me mad. I blame my issues on them. “ Mike joked and took a sip from his drink too, “ But it’s just… the typical holidays and family, you know. “

“Hi, Anna. I assume you received my invitation?” “Of course I did. Why should this Saturday night be any different than every other Saturday night?” Anna laughed at her play on the Passover Haggadah line. “Cute way to confuse the holidays,” Elaine laughed. “You’re terrible.” Anna laughed. “About this party, are you serious about the costume?”

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien