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... sie’s laugh finally receded. I kept my smile plastered on, supportive, encouraging — the face of someone who definitely wasn’t internally begging for mercy from that sound.
’I hear it’s in times like this that girls need support the most.’
Her laughter was wild, unhinged. If one truly heard it without seeing her face, they’d be convinced it was the bleating of a goat — a goat possessed by something that found existence itself hilarious.
’I like that she doesn’t have it al ...
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