[ He holds his hand lightly against his mouth, muffling his laughter. It's fake; he doesn't feel like laughing. The only things that make him laugh these days are comments and thoughts that he can share with no one.
But the sound of his laughter still is genuine. Why wouldn't it be? He's practiced for a long, long time to ensure it sounded normal and real. ]
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[ He holds his hand lightly against his mouth, muffling his laughter. It's fake; he doesn't feel like laughing. The only things that make him laugh these days are comments and thoughts that he can share with no one.
But the sound of his laughter still is genuine. Why wouldn't it be? He's practiced for a long, long time to ensure it sounded normal and real. ]
I promise to do my best to protect you from him.