Laughing. I like it.
And I tend to do it way too frequently around a certain someone.
I throw my head back, and snort, and then I attempt to hide my tomato-red face in the crannies of my elbow. During all of this, I hear you laughing along with me, and this cheesy, stupid grin spreads over my face, and well I like it. I like all of it.
It's dangerous.
This feeling thing.
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