every laugh of hers punctuates the air in a warm sting

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Written By Nicole

every laugh of hers punctuates the air in a warm sting. in theory, if i keep making her laugh then this fireworks display will never end, right?

this is a huge problem for me: i’m not naturally funny. but i’m wracking my brain to come up with something, anything, so she’ll keep on laughing.

Nicole

an aspiring creative marketer. passionate writer. dreamer. visual aesthete. 

http://www.nicolka.com
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