The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Giggling

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…He was the boy who couldn’t stop giggling, and tonight, that trait had made him a pariah. He wished, with all his might, that he could just be normal, that he could laugh only when it was appropriate, that he could be the brave knight and not the giggling fool. He wondered if he would ever be able to control this strange, overwhelming urge, or if it would forever be the thing that set him apart, the thing that made him an outsider. The thought was a bleak one, and it threatened to extinguish the last embers of his usual, irrepressible cheerfulness. He closed his eyes, not hoping for dreams, but for a temporary escape from the reality of his uncontrollable mirth.