That day was the funeral of a relative of a dear friend of mine. I went to give him my condolences. There was a group of friends sitting at a table, it was night, all tired, accompanying their families. Several friends and family members were remembering anecdotes that linked us to the deceased's relatives. At one point, I forgot where I was, and I found the anecdote so funny. While the others hid their laughter, I, on the other hand, forgot everything. I laughed with a laugh so loud that in the room where I was, and where before only the murmurs of those present could be heard, everyone turned to see me. I was very sad. We all dispersed from that table. I ended up very sad and left alone in a corner. Hiding my smile that had not yet gone, for the pleasant memory of that past moment.
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