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Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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Part One
Chapter 1
βLila had, with a certain amount of commotion to be sure, shut the door upon exit - not out of anger or vexation probably, but then again he couldnβt swear by it. It was, you see, one of those heavy, reinforced ones. Barely a minute later, and after whichever char-acteristic sounds β due to her high heels and wheeled suitcase, and his apartment buildingβs elevator and en-trance door β were to echo, echoed, he saw her from his window emerge out onto the sidewalk. There was nothing in her figure or gait that revealed whether some thoughts were going through her head at that moment β Babis2 taking for granted that they were an-yway β, and if so, which ones?
If anything was revealing, it was her great haste to make the next train in time. Seconds later and she would be out of his line of sight, maybe even forever.
2 Greek male name (pronounced Bubish not babies :-).
- Heβs such an ass for not waiting by the door till she got on the lift.
- But she just dumped him.
- Apples and oranges.
Ask a neuroscientist too to be sure.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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Suddenly, he felt alone in the now vacant-of-Lila-and-her-stuff house.
Without anything else intervening, he felt blue. He wiped the two or three teardrops that rolled down his cheeks with his sleeve. It might have been silly, but they were due to the comment she had left him with just moments before: βItβs so silly, I know, but if thereβs something that brings tears to my eyes the most about leaving you, itβs that Iβm never going to taste that seafood pasta of yours again.β
Or rather credited as it will eventually turn out.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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Chapter 2
From the moment he had glued himself in front of the computer screen at daybreak, he must have read that same paragraph about fifty times and it still wasnβt up to scratch. He had been struggling with it for a month now. He had sweated blood to set it on the right path but it was all in vain. It persistently resisted his every attempt to humanize it a little, even if he accommo-dated its every whim. Frowned at a noun? Heβd serve it with another. Not impressed with such and such ad-jective? Heβd sacrifice it there and then without a sec-ond thought. Fussy about
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