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Old 06-18-2008, 06:47 PM   #5
XiWm9O9S

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as a teenager, my girlfriend was run over and killed. i stood in the living room to tell my mum and dad that evening, and couldn't help myself from laughing as i told them. it was an expression of an unfamiliar emotion by someone still unable to digest the news, and i recognized this at the time, as did my folks.

there was the sense of the ridiculous of the situation, the countenancing of the impossible condition in which a person close to me had apparently ceased to exist, not actual mirth. my mind was not taking in the concept, and i laughed as one would seeing a seemingly impossible optical illusion.
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