That got me to laughing too. His laughter, like his yelling, got into you until you was right soaked with it. So you couldn’t help yourself. But it felt good. Light. I tell you, I hadn’t felt like that in a long while.
J.D.  Jordan, Calamity: Being an Account of Calamity Jane and Her Gunslinging Green Man
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