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she replies, still smiling. I take a deep breath and clear my throat. "So, I've been thinking...why did the tomato turn red?" She arches an eyebrow, looking at me curiously. "I don't know. Why?" "Because it noticed the salad dressing!" I exclaim triumphantly, bursting into a wide grin. My joke was met with deadpan silence for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, her face lit up and she burst out laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my goodness! That was so corny!"

Everyone said we were a perfect match, like a blade and its sheath. We had exchanged rings. The wedding was set for early spring the following year. Everything should have gone smoothly. Yet, staring at the bright “Cancel” button on the screen, I suddenly remembered his words. “A prank.” An overwhelming sense of exhaustion crawled up from my bones. I suddenly felt tired.

What the heck was going on? Her smile grew wider before she burst into laughter. She always laughs at the worst times. "This isn't funny" I snapped. "You should see the look on your face," She said then asked. "What did I tell you?" "What?" I asked. "I told you that you would be okay, didn't I?" She asked and I leaned away, taken aback by her question. "Mia Piles, did you do something?" I asked and she nodded. "What did you do?" I inquired.

he added smiling with sadness. “Why do you say this?” she asked caressing his worried face. “Shawn, don't tell me you're already regretting, that this was one of your many terrible jokes...” She put her hand on her chest and backed away from him. “Did you make fun of me again?!”

Full and round and carrying that unguarded amusement of a person who has encountered something they find purely ridiculous. “I'm sorry,” she said, one hand pressed lightly to her chest. “You said—did you just say you're the CEO of Ives?” “I asked what if I were.” “What if you—” she turned to Samantha with the shared delight of two people at the same joke. “Did you hear that?” “Of course, I heard.”

Even if she had matured quite a bit, she still told the best dirty jokes. "And then she says: 'Oh no Santa I thought you came only once a year!'" I laughed, loudly and inappropriately. "Where does a good middle-class girl like you learn this shit?" "Who said I was good? And usually study hall." "Oh my god you are such a good girl. I could tell by the way your mom let me carry you off and the way your little sister looks up to you. You've become...reformed." She put on a mock horrified look, then a sly smile spread across her face.

She laughed despite herself before sliding off the counter completely. “That is not a real coping mechanism.” “It’s worked incredibly well for thirty-seven years.” The honesty hidden inside the joke made her chest tighten unexpectedly.

Because the kick is more painful. ‘Hey, you can't laugh like that. They are your babies that desire such weird combinations.’ ‘You are such a loving father, Isaac.’ Tears well up in my eyes. “Don't joke." I plead. If she is joking then it's not a good joke. She eyes me with a sadistic smile. “I can't believe you still think that it's a joke. Get over it. I can't believe you fell for my game." I step towards her and cup her cheeks. “I said It's. Not. Funny. Anymore." I grit out.

I said. “So who is it with?” She asked. “Wait, who is Henry?” I busted out laughing,she looked so confused, her face made it worse. “You were looking hard as stone. I decided to lighten up your face.” “Wow… how are you the one making the jokes?” She said, smiling a bit. She was right, but I couldn't be sad all the time. Victor and our boys need me on my A game. Jokes help me with that. “Miss Thompson?” I heard the Doctor behind me.

"I'm sorry I'm late, CeCe." The moment those words—sounding especially respectful and familiar—left Terrence's lips, the whole private room fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. After a brief silence, Vanessa suddenly burst into loud, shrill laughter. "CeCe? Oh my goodness, that's hilarious!" She pointed at me, her face full of disdain and contempt. "I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!"