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Alex wanted to comment on something when a thought graced his mind and it almost made him sputter on air. He fully turned to his best friend who had this lost look. He wanted to voice his theory but chose to hold it knowing it would very much be debunked but now that he thought of it made a little sense. Not much but it was definitely up for debate. If this is true, it’s going to be fucking hilarious.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘� �𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩.

Besides, who exactly gave Todd the illusion that he was someone important? I scoffed. "Todd Westman, from the moment you had the audacity to spout all that, you lost the right to speak to me." People could only communicate meaningfully when they were on the same intellectual level. Seeing how resolute I was, Todd struggled frantically and screamed, "No… Babe, listen to me. I can explain. I was just confused for a second. I love you!" "Shut up. Just listening to you makes my ears feel dirty."

I reached up, pulling anxiously at the frayed ends of my hair and wondering if I should go take a moment to shear them short with my blade before the evening. Or maybe I should just go completely bald? I burst out laughing at the thought of what a ridiculous sight that would be. For some strange reason, the more I stood there thinking about it, the funnier the mental image got. I slapped my thighs, laughing out loud into the empty woods. Then, a deep voice came down from somewhere high up in the trees. "What is so funny?" I was so startled by the sound that I tripped over one of the large stones I had been kicking around. My balance vanished instantly.

The sound was deep and unexpected rich and low like a hidden waterfall suddenly roaring to life. He threw his head back a little and the sound that filled the room was completely disarming and frustrating. He thought this was hilarious. His stand-up comedy routine was my personal source of annoyance. He laughed his amused gaze still focused on me. “Silly silly girl”he said. “Your phone has nothing on it. And no even though its an interesting idea I havent implanted a hidden camera in your eye.”

I really can’t with myself. What am I doing again? OH RIGHT. I’M DYING. SHIT. Those can’t be my last thoughts! WAIT, I NEED A FEW MORE MINUTES! I’ll just think of something meaningful. Uuuhhhh…. My best friends! My family! My dogs! My idols! What else… Ok… I’m thinking of them… I can’t help but smile when I remembered the times when my best friends and I were being idiots, but at the same time, I thought philosophically. My mom, who I just became closer to in the last few years. I’m just happy that I can be more open to her. My dogs… Idols…

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

Stop. Uncle told me that I'm the kind of person who would just think of some silly ideas that are often unlikely to happen. I am not quite sure of that, but maybe the reason behind my weird imagination is from reading books about fictions and fantasies. Maybe. I let out a yawn while I browse through the pages of the book I was studying. It feels kind of drowsy when you're reading a book with no pictures in it. I am maybe an athlete student at my school, but I still need to maintain a passing grade. I don’t know where my study leads me.