Smile. Is that all she can do? A little bit frustrating, but she's not stupid at least. It would be bad if she was stupid. She seems to make others happy. She has braided brown hair, and glasses. A unique sense of style.
The other day:
“Can we do that real laugh thing?” she says.
“Sure” I watch as she lay on the floor. Crossed her arms over her (well endowed, if I do says so myself) chest. I press down and watch as her face contorts in laughter.
This of course makes me laugh too. And everyone else starts to laugh. I then lay down and she presses down onto my crossed arms, and as my braying laughter rings out, she cracks. We all laugh until the bell rings, and keep laughing, after all there's no reason to stop is there?
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