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The specific date must have been his one hundredth, give or take. On average, that was the equivalent of about three or four per week. Or, to put it differently, it equated to about thirty texts per date. Things were as different as night and day, in comparison to how they were before. It was Mitsos who had first opened his eyes to it. If the tram door on Aggelopoulou station had closed but a second sooner about a month ago, they would’ve never bumped into each other, which wouldn’t have mattered at all had they not both served in the same unit in the army. Ever since the army days, whenever he and Mitsos got together the hot topic was always chicks. Never cars and football. Only chicks. Customarily, they’d bad-mouth them. They even had their own codes so they both knew what was on each other’s mind straightaway. What he liked about Mitsos, or rather had in common with him, was that, while generally he wasn’t averse to telling a little lie every now and again, as far as his record with wom-en was concerned, you simply knew he wasn’t full of hot air. Therefore, when he claimed that he “scored” about fifteen a year, and both knew exactly what he meant by that, like two Nazis talking about the “fi-nal solution ”, Babis trusted him. They both belonged to the familiar category of men for whom the perma-nent and normal state of things, though not always

Border line.

Redundant, since normal people define what is normal, not normali-ty defining who’s normal.

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by choice, was being single and having a temporary and unusual fling with someone, rather than the exact opposite like normal people. Something else that was clear through their narrations and at the same time very telling about the two of them was this: whenever in their life they had attempted to give their all to a woman, or conversely chickened out in the last min-ute and refrained from doing so, they fell