We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.
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