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+ it was more akin to “good riddance”.
Simos Panopoulos - Look at that
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fellow speaker the same object? The same object? He thought it over. Only if she were referring to some-thing else, a third party, as it were. Nevertheless, call-ing her now of all times to declare a fascination for, say, stuffed eggplants, but also to gauge her own ap-petites, did not seem very likely. Therefore, his brain told him that the “me too” was the classic, almost re-luctant reply, when the other half of the couple throws at you in the most unsuitable moment possible the “I love you”. He made a note of the entire scene in his little notepad so that he could make good use of it at the first opportunity.
Lela had, in the meantime, mechanically stowed her mobile phone in her bag, failing again to make sure she mentally recorded the exact location. Her reply, which he predicted would probably be dismissive and rejecting of his claims, he now expected at any given moment. Yet, nothing indicated that she was getting ready to give it to him. She opened, conversely, his book and started to read it. The fact that she could not care less about the demonstration of the safety mea-sures as well as the candy offered by the airhostesses, her playful eyes, her flinching lips, its phrases that ev-ery now and again she underlined with a pencil, sug-gested, if nothing else, that she was enjoying it.
+ like in a household where the hostess (or host) asks the visitors whether they liked the dessert.
+ something of the style “Why, what’s wrong with ‘προσδεθείτε εφόσον κάθεστε’? It’s absolutely fine.”
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“Is Panourgias any good?” Babis asked, with anxiety in his voice, which, nonetheless, only a suspicious ear could discern, otherwise it would interpret it as the common nervousness that accompanies such moves, especially when the first one had crashed into a wall of silence, deliberate or unintended.
Her reply was both torrential and swift, it was as if she were waiting for nothing else but an all ears co-pas-senger to whom she could express everything kept in-side and pressing to spill out, the proof being that she did not seem to be taken aback in the least:
“That he is. Even if, in the beginning, he doesn’t ex-actly seem
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