Instead of laughter, you made grunting sounds while twisting your body left and right. You weren't able to pull down your arms to protect your soft, smooth, ticklish pits. But you were able to hold in your laughter. Whatever was tickling you, seemed to realize this and stopped tickling you.
However, the branches tried a different tickle spot. This time, he went for
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