The Laughing Suddenly, he started laughing. He wasn’t laughing because of a joke. He wasn’t laughing because he was nervous. He wasn’t laughing because he was broke. He couldn’t stop his laughing, like he couldn’t stop drinking all night, like he couldn’t stop her from moving out, like he couldn’t change what’s wrong to right. He was laughing as he left his house. He was laughing as he drove his car. He was laughing in the parking lot. He was laughing when he entered the bar. Suddenly, the bar patrons were laughing. They weren’t laughing because of a joke. They weren’t laughing because they were nervous. They weren’t laughing because they were broke. They couldn’t stop their laughing, like they couldn’t stop drinking all night, like they couldn’t stop her from moving out, like they couldn’t change what’s wrong to right. The laughing left the bar. The laughing spread to the streets. The laughing climbed the apartment houses. The laughing was loud and didn’t cease.
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