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The Need for Laughter
from Recovery Craft
by ilja_kibrik
The Need for Laughter
It was no laughing matter. The AC crooned and they sat vertically lying in state at their desks.
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It was post-Christmas back home, as the peripatetic cool of the room brushed their napes. It was also payload delivery day according to HQ.
By now they all had a pretty good idea of what scattering and gathering people with the help of a button means. Or so you’d think.
A social call. A tiny jingle in the ear and results on the table by midday, or a sangfroid moment on the couch in the evening.
Things tend to become more Platonic with age, easier to justify. To make them in your own image convert them to immigrants and set them free on a pilgrim’s progress.
That was the bare lowdown. The old way was still akin to preaching in cannibal tongue clicks. Now there were new tools to embrace new frontiers every third quarter.
