I'd interrupted their play. "Five minutes?" I pleaded. They consented. Seated seriously outside, I asked them to, "crack a smile? No?" They looked at me, and glanced at each other, almost uncomprehendingly. Mischeviousness winked  his green eyes. But once the laughter started, it rolled-- no, it poured-- forth, beautifully, uncontrollably. 

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