You look at her and she looks at you, your mouths curling at the corners. As if on cue, you erupt in laughter, you hahahaing and her heheheing together in an intimate sharing of experience. She slaps your back and you pound your knee. She covers her mouth with her hand and you begin coughing, from laughing too hard. Milk would shoot out of your noses, if you happened to be drinking milk--luckily, you weren’t. For a moment, it seems as though this moment will last forever, this blithe indulgence of humanity, this otherworldly sense of uncontrollable joy.
Then, the woman dusts herself off and gets back on her bike. The moment is over, but the laughter hangs in the air.
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