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I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Remember when I asked you for your opinion? Me neither” I said, as I smiled sweetly at him and walked off to the other side of the room. All the guys started to roll on the ground laughing. I have to say they sounded worse than a hyena. “I hear that there is a new app called sense of humor. D******d it bitch!” Danny snapped. I rolled my eyes. “You know Danny; acting like a dick would not make yours any bigger.” I pointed out.

“Joke’s on you, I am.” We collapsed into synchronized giggles, the kind that ripple out and make the whole office suddenly aware they aren’t in on the joke. Let them wonder. Vera and I had spent two years constructing our own language of snark and survivor’s humor, and if the rest of the world wanted to catch up, they could start by getting laid more often. “So, are you seeing him again?” I asked, my voice dropping as our boss passed by, phone glued to his ear, eyebrows furrowed in cartoonish displeasure.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

They were indeed doing some funny stuff. **

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

That simple statement stayed with me. Because it was true. Life had become serious. Everything felt serious. Work. Money. Relationships. Responsibilities. Sometimes I forgot what it felt like to laugh simply because something was funny. Inside, the club was packed. People filled every table. The room buzzed with excitement. The smell of food and drinks mixed with the sound of conversation and laughter. The energy was contagious. Within minutes, I felt myself relaxing all over again. The comedians were fantastic. Some jokes were clever.

And so, on and on ,like the osscilation of a pendulum, the disheartening piece of my bio churned while the sands of time dripped slowly and slowly as it watched my narration irks the soul of the spectators. That I thought, but it appeared to be nothing but a blunt lie. It was a revolving piece of gags and laughs. A piece of funny cake, a chunk of interesting cheese, a loaf of an adventurous bread and a real ginger to the spirits of the audience. They applauded.

He promised us happily. Lucas smiled, and I wondered why he didn’t say a word when I expected him to. We weren’t couples, and it was only right to let the man know we weren’t couples, for future purpose. But then, deep down, I loved the feeling, so I just played along.“The man is really funny.” F I spoke after taking a mouthful of ice cream.“There are many other funny people, here. Their humor is good enough to relieve you of your stress.” Lucas chuckled a little.“I know right?” I added and chuckled as well.We both continued walking until we got to an empty park.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX GRAHAM Ronald’s laughter filled my office, and echoed loudly like he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. I instinctively clenched my fists as I watched him wipe a tear from his eye, this time it was not nonexistent, then he shook his head again in amusement. “Man,” he exhaled, still chuckling, “You should really venture into comedy, you’ll make it.” I didn’t share in his amusement. My patience was already running thin, and the sound of his laughter only made my irritated grow further. “What the hell is so funny?” I snapped at him.