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Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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He missed the next part because Lola, as he would later come to learn her name was, had silently ap-proached within shooting range, like one of those modern Stealth pursuers that canβt be picked up by a radar. He had already, from a distance, vaguely spot-ted and sorted her for consideration, but upon clos-er inspection he became certain that he liked her, a lot - who cares about descriptions since thatβs all that mattered and was enough for him? He caught her β something that certainly did not elude either of them β observing the fact that he was inspecting her. In her eyes, as well as her whole gait, he could read (but then again it mightβve just been him), along with the fully satisfied confidence that men found her attractive, an awareness of how much of a curse it was in the end that they did, and the fatalistic endurance of their con-secutive and intense stares fixed on her, like flies on a cow that flicks its tail to chase them off. What, then, did she possibly read in his stare or maybe didnβt even need to, it being so blatantly obvious? His pleading for her to sit at one of the as-yet empty tables next to him and his anxiety, if the stars aligned β whether or not she did it intentionally β of her actually doing so. Something that would doom him, no matter how much he couldnβt afford it, in chatting her up.
- But isnβt Babis whoβs going to hit on her?
- How do you know? Maybe sheβs asking for it.
OK, but if put that way it will become more than clear that when it comes to descriptions you are completely hopeless.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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And yet things would be far simpler had she, sec-onds after she finally sat down at the table to his left, opened βThe Pregnancy Bibleβ. But no, for better or for worse, it wasnβt βThe Pregnancy Bibleβ but βThe Virtue of Selfishnessβ by Ayn Rand. He had nev-er heard of Ayn Rand. Here was his chance to get to know her.
After waiting for about ten minutes to roll on, just in case Lola was escorted and when he was about to cosy up to her some big dude shows up and gives him an angry look like chevalier Danceny did with vicom-te de Valmont in the long buried, top left corner shelf, Dangerous liaisons by Choderlos de Laclos (pg. 59) he curiously asked her: βWho the heck is Ayn Rand?β His
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