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+ and which the ‘‘so, yeah’’ only intensified and expedited.
What does Mitsos know? He’s never even read The Alchemist.
- I think “fool’s gold” would be better.
- I can’t imagine Mitsos saying that.
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fact that in comparison to the sheer number of women Mitsos had dated, it didn’t matter how in the world they looked. I’ve worked my ass off and still haven’t managed to land a single one, Babis completed, leav-ing out the part that after becoming so desperate he had no other choice but to join a dating site. It was as if deep down he believed that their existence, but mainly joining one, albeit a sad affair, was a deter-ministic necessity as soon as the first signs of a so-cial life appeared on a given planet. I’ve sent thirty messages, can you imagine that, he added, certain that that would leave him stunned, and continued: And not just any kind of messages, mind you. Tailor made for each one. Took me an hour each to write them. The end result? Neither hide nor hair, he concluded, al-ready all ears for that same old lecture his friend was shortly about to serve him with views Babis, while far from sharing, would be swayed to not only approve of but endorse as well: Mate, I’m telling you, they’ve all gone off the rails. We’ve only got our idiot selves to blame though for spoiling them, for raising their stock so high, blah, blah, blah.
Instead, the other one, jerking his palm in the shape of a fist as if he was whacking off, depreciated ev-erything he was saying completely. “Which thirty are
- You’ve used “land” for an open-ended contract, now for a date and later for a woman.
- It’s a multi-tool kind of verb, I can’t do without it.
Or simply life.
- Put “music to his ears”.
- Enough with the ears.
It might not be clear enough for those lacking the rele-vant expertise as to which gesture we’re talking about exactly. You should describe it more graphically.
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you talking about? Are you nuts?” he scolded. “Un-less you mean thirty messages a day, and that’s still not enough,” he commented. “You want my advice? Keep on sending them till you’ve fed them a crapload. What’ve you got to lose, anyway? It’s free.” Babis never managed to ask if he
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