I remember my mum telling me that her sister and I are the only people that laugh when she does cupping massage on their stomach (not the hardcore Chinese version, though it does leave bruises).

I also remember laying on my stomach in shallow water on the beach and wifey making a silly joke. I couldn't stop laughing hysterically, to the point where I had to get up and take a long dive to try 'n stop.

I wonder what that's about, maybe that's where I keep my repressed emotions.

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