One night in first year

I remember that you smiled as I opened the book and
showed you and then you laughed and I thought to
myself how this could not be right, how could you be
laughing and you said, well, isn’t it meant to be funny, I
think it’s funny, yes, that’s why I’m laughing, and I listened
to you and showed you some more.

At the end I asked you what you had thought and again,
you said again that it was funny, that you thought it was
humorous and I asked why, because I couldn’t
understand it, and you tried to explain but you couldn’t
and I couldn’t understand why you were laughing and I
thought to myself about how far apart we were.

Amended 10 January 2003

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