Me [standing at the door with a plastic bag containing my belongings]: You need some time to think about think about us. I am willing to move to England with you and all that I am asking is for you to consider my feelings.
The Greek [pondering the request]: … then I think we are over.
[I silently open the door, closing it behind me only to hear the locks clank loudly. After decending two flights of stairs, I remotely unlocked my car doors and threw the plastic bag (containing my Netgear wireless router, external 5.25 IDE case, clothes and tolietries) in the back seat.]
Me: I am finally happy again.
More on this tomorrow …
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