Mostly silence. It's quite refreshing after a good while continually hearing those loud and phony-sounding laughs some young people use to fit in a group, which I never understood when I was their age. They, in turn, were refreshing compared with the much phonier-sounding laughs used as punctuation by some older people in an office environment.
I wonder if those laughs are as repulsive to neurotypicals as they are to me. Perhaps they work when used in an environment where you know others are socially forced to pretend to like them, as opposed to giving you the punch in the face you'd---at best---get elsewhere.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.