What are you keeping from me, he asked. "I shouldn't-- ok, I'll tell you, but only if you promise not to tell anyone", she begged, "or laugh" she added. Smiling, he turns to her and says, my love, I'll take your secret to the grave. She was relived, until he finished the sentence "--but laughter is an uncontrollable bodily response".
Sunday, May 1
revolution nine--
What are you keeping from me, he asked. "I shouldn't-- ok, I'll tell you, but only if you promise not to tell anyone", she begged, "or laugh" she added. Smiling, he turns to her and says, my love, I'll take your secret to the grave. She was relived, until he finished the sentence "--but laughter is an uncontrollable bodily response".
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