Last night, I laughed the first five notes to "Deck the Halls." Unintentionally.
I used to snort when I laughed as a kid. I thought it was funny.
I think laughs that make no sound are unattractive.
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My husband noticed once that my father never snores the same snore twice. They are like snowflakes. That too could be a confession, but I think you have to be cognitively aware of something before you confess it.
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