...including hiding laughter.
The blue fibers are soft upon my cheeks as I bury my face into the knitted pattern.
The scarf hides my smiles as my eyes give me away.
The micro driver has changed the radio again and our ride is now tempered by a ridiculous remake of Akon's "Smack That."
I breathe in the warmth of the fabric and pretend I am a turtle, ducking my head into the bunched up blue and green stitches and remembering that sometimes the best humor is that which is stretched out upon lips hidden in the twisted knots of a scarf, a secret to one's self.
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