Hellooooooooo insom­nia.

I hate my laugh. No, real­ly. It’s a com­bi­na­tion of my moth­ers’ laugh (a sort of gaspy, light, heav­ing) and Mike’s laugh (short bursts of falset­to squeak­ing). Someone once told me that it’s what she liked about me, but I think she just asso­ci­at­ed it with my sense of humour.

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  1. I like your laugh.

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