His Laugh

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It was the next day, and she had school.
They were in the same class.
She sat behind him so she was able, to smile at him
without him noticing, without him knowing her feelings.
She always noticed how a part of his hair
is messed up, his cute laugh, his voice.

He was intelligent, but cute too.
He was the total package.
After class ended, everyone sat in one table
and began to talk.
They liked to make jokes, ones that make you laugh until your stomach hurts.

His laugh.

It was so nice, the way he smiled.
Watching him laugh made her feel like
she had a purpose.
A reason that she's important, that she's something.
Being around him always made her happy.

She felt comfortable around him.

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