- Happiness, my friend.
- My friend, happiness.
The party started. The music was funky. I was enjoying my drink. Slowly. From a dark corner. From there I could see everyone dancing a great night.
I heard some swallowed noise and remembered that it was not always like this. I smiled. From my corner, I looked gratefully into everyone's eyes though nobody noticed.
Happiness should always arrive as an unexpected guest and leave through the back door.
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