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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Plus, the pasta was al dente.
It’s all riding on the third chapter, so do your best. The publisher probably thinks, “he’ll give it his all in the first and second chapter, so I’ll catch him out on the third.”
- Oh, so he’s got a car too? Then why – if he considers himself a gentleman – didn’t he take her and her bag home after she dumped him?
- How do you know she was going home?
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tion his male instinct was already foreboding and an-ticipating like a goalie in a penalty shootout took no more than five minutes. During them Babis was pre-sented with the tragic dilemma of whether or not to continue devouring the rest, although those who knew him well would comment that not even a nuclear ex-plosion would force him to put his fork down, and they would not be far from the truth.
Her first phrase, practically mandatory in such cir-cumstances for the speaker to receive the appropriate response without coming across as discourteous, was more than enough for him to understand what she was driving at. It contained however no other major news, apart from the fact that she wanted – she said – to talk to him - a singular form which, as opposed to the plural one, de facto excluded any prospect for nego-tiation. She was leaving him, she continued, after the classic introduction of how difficult it was for her to express all that was about to follow. She was sorry of course because, yes, she did love him a lot , some tears shedding at that point, but she had met someone and “something had happened” between them. That’s ex-actly how she put it, she must have prepared it during the flight, giving – coincidentally? – rise to a multi-tude of possible interpretations, virtually begging the
- Isn’t it the female gender that’s supposed to be renowned for its intuition?
- Yes, OK, but men aren’t complete dimwits, come on now.
+ With both impatience and anxiety, in other words.
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