Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Look at that by - (read ebook pdf .txt) 📖
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+ as metaphysical as the one that, after a night pregnant with developments, as soon as he turned his mobile phone on the next morning, her SMS would inevitably pop up on his screen.
Are you pulling my leg?
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it, but secondly, for it to be technically both easy-to-read and readable, there were only three probabilities: she wanted to reply but couldn’t, she could but didn’t want to, or she neither wanted to nor could.
It had been twenty-five whole minutes by now though. But, of course! How could he not have thought of this? Why on earth would it take Lola half the time to reply than it took him to write a whole SMS? If any-thing, the more she delayed the more it suggested that she wasn’t taking the whole thing light-heartedly at all. He imagined her frantically typing her phrases on her phone, getting annoyed at her inability to exhibit any originality and imagination, losing her head with her sense of humor that let her down every time she needed it the most, deleting her words again and again maniacally and finally adopting a more neutral formu-la to make sure that she didn’t give him any reason to misunderstand her or accuse her of being so arrogant-ly confident that she had him in the palm of her hand, reading it all over again, scared shitless of putting him off with a slip-up.
In the meantime, he checked his own message just in case, because a slip-up was all that he needed now, a tiny slip of the tongue for example that Lola, thanks to the psychoanalyst hiding inside of her, would not fail
+ not show up, in other words, as just plain gibberish or gobbledygook.
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