“Explain it again,” my friend Chelsea insisted before I left for my vacation.
“No talking. There’s no talking allowed.”
“You mean ‘aloud.’”
I laughed as I finished packing my suitcase.
“Can you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Laugh?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think that’s ever come up. Most of the time, I don’t walk around like an idiot giggling for no reason.”
“I would,” she said. “I’d go fucking crazy if someone told me I couldn’t talk for ten days.”
“You’d go crazy after one day,” I agreed, knowing my friend’s limits. “But I look forward to... Leer Más
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