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"You're like a chameleon," she said. "You blend into your surroundings and take them in. You play the roles just to see what they feel like. You take them all the way."

"...almost," I replied.

"But you can't take anything seriously," she sighed before slowly looking up at my blank expression, a tinge of familiar longing crossing her face. "You're soooo apathetic."

She stares for a minute before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked to no reply. She continued until tears ran down her face..

"You know," I said, "someone once said that everytime you think something is funny, that's a gravestone for another emotion in you that has just died."

"Is that why you think everything is so funny?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I'm not the one laughing now am I?"