A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

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Reason not to Believe ''They" Are Good People?

Sonya sat in wonderment at the dinner table with her family and talked to them. She was astonished about something she was telling them about. “I mean it's hardly true that I can even consider them to be for real!” she said, and contented: “the two of them, who moreover also seem quite possible as half-siblings, at least, keep on saying that!

“They seem to feel like I am the one to be ridiculous to be the one to believe them - and that is to believe either interpretation of them!”

Her husband looked at her in amazement. “You mean they're really telling you either that they're stalling all the time or even that their middle name is Stalin or so?!”

She looked indignantly at him. Although she didn't mean that he was to be despised, he reacted to her gaze somewhat defensively. She realized this and said: “I'm sorry that I seemed angry at you! Of course its them I'm angry with Carl!”

“I know! I just can't help but finding there to be a dilemma about what to make of it when you look like that!”

His wife looked at him softly. “I'm sorry, honey! But you do know, don't you, that I never would want you to be viewed as anything like them or so! Right?”

“Yeah, of course!” he chuckled.

Sonya smiled. “Anyway, what I heard from one of my associates is that he has heard, from someone he didn't care to mention, is the two of them are being weird about it because they really tend to believe in Stalinism. Although this seems totally weird nowadays, at least, they seemingly, he said, are smart at really pretending they're blackmailed about their name.”

Carl looked at her. “Look,” he said, “whatever that Russian business associate of yours says, it's totally impossible that someone would in this day and age be able to do that!”

Sonya looked at him. “Even so I feel that there's not a virtue in denying that weirdos that pretend so might become the type of nuisance that in the end are really dangerous for me!”

He sighed and looked at his half-Russian wife. “Sonya, it's not he who should have said to you that it's anything to care much about! It's not he who should have been talking to you in the first place! I don't know if your Russian mother has it in her to be into that such things are possible here in the western world. But we aren't really susceptible to anything of the kind! I mean there's no thought of Stalin that would ever find any fertile soil around here!”

Sonya sighed. “Yeah, I know, Carl! Here in your part of Europe he wouldn't be anything but the laughing stock for all of us to have, if it weren't for the insolence of the way I and my mother find him to be Still somehow in power!”

He giggled a little while saying: “I didn't find there to be anything of this severe paranoia in you I answered your ad for a husband with relevance for helping you bound to our society! It seems to me now that you, not I, will be the one to deem relevant for that ridicule of being sophisticated as a manipulator who wants her fantasies be viewed as relevant for her associates and others to be into believing anything of!”

“Oh! You bastard of a guy! How can you tell me I'm not relevant for it?! There's not anything in what I've said that isn't into something that everyone else could have fallen for! There's relevance for that kind of trickery in almost anyone, in the sense that they don't even see that later on they might fall into another trap than the one that is too obvious to believe they would even exist those people doing that stuff that is on the surface of their attitudes!”

“I can't help that I'm giggling,” he said and felt that his laughter actually could have been repressed a little better. “But I can help that there's not any alternative for them but to see it in you that he, and then also you, should be looked at as if they have any potential to believe in that Stalinism still exists!”

“I don't feel that it does! I didn't even when I was a girl, who came to this country because my mother happened to find a husband who could readily accept her and me as his family!”

“I don't find that to be any different from that I am supposed to believe that your family now is situated very differently from back then, since you still really need my support for being into this country as an offset against those who don't seem to realize that they actually aren't capable of that cunning of pretension that ridicules the potential agony of being stuck up and imbecile!”

“I can't say it isn't your country that isn't about pretending our country isn't very frightening compared to yours!”

“I mean that! It is thereby I who never would accept that part of a theory that says a Stalinist - or even his relative - should ever appear in our social contexts or minds!”

“There's not any relevance for me to say that it's your country that is very generous on that behalf!”

“Then how come my country isn't relevant for us all to say that about?!”

“It's because they don't all seem to be appreciating the type of truth that says that kind of a thing!”

“I don't find you to be amusing now, and I don't even find you attractive enough to be the woman I wanted just two months ago!”

“I can't say that those fakers of some kind of enstallment or Stalinism are actually being what they actually are in real life when they seem to be those potential business partners! What I'm worried about is their masquerade, hardly at all, really, that stuff about them actually meaning that they could represent themselves like that!”

“I can see then that you're talking to me the way that I hoped you would! Finally I got you to really say that part of it all! You know I actually wondered what you were leading up to.”

“Okay! Then why shouldn't there also be a rule about business that those who don't represent themselves shouldn't be there on those conferences?!”

“Oh God! Don't they have that in that place! I mean it's the conference centre that really should see to it that they can't pertain to pretending that much about what they are there for!”

With an air of relief over his outburst against them, Sonya replied: “Yeah, that's true! Do you mean you're sure the other centres wouldn't ever pertain to that!?”

“Yeah - I'm almost sure!”

“Almost?!”

“Yeah!”

“How can one be sure not to be pestered by them again then?!”

“I can't tell for certain honey! But I can say there isn't any relevance for them in the other places I know!”

“Really!?”

“Really!”

“Then how come the man I talked to didn't seem to feel that he had been rid of them when he was at the centre where he asked around about them?!”

“He didn't?!”

“No! He didn't seem to be anything but pestered by them even when he was at either one of the other two places he mentioned as good - otherwise that is - for him in his search for new business partners!”

“That seems totally ridiculous!”

“I can't say it's ridiculous since they are all foreigners there, even easterners most of them! Thereby I can tell that someone probably has prejudice about foreigners, at least easterners, and wants them to seem irrelevant for the type of business we all are into that there should be!”

He sighed. “I can't believe my ears about that!”

“You should! We're actually into this trouble about why foreigners are to be viewed as superfakers about why they should be here and not in their own country and tend to take things back to how things were way back, or so!”

He looked at her in disbelief. I still can't quite believe that you really mean to say they're actually faking that in order to make foreigners stay away from ... is that from business here, you think, they should stay away?!”

“Yeah!”

“Then how come they're not into business about trying to fake that you're all the types of imbecile people who should really believe we aren't into business that are applicable for their so-called faking attitudes?!”

“I don't believe you're actually into anything that is about business, then! I mean if you're faking that they actually could be business people, then how come they seem at all to be into business in your circles!?”

“It's because I can't find the reason for them to be into so-called business in the first place! That is I can't believe they're trying to be into - even, then, if you must be a bastard about it! - our type of business, which - as far as I go, by the way - is much more successful than yours!”

“You feel we all aught to be into business together and then you should be able to brag about the so-called success, of which I have seen almost nothing but an extravagance as if to show of money, but which really did seem to be a rather cheap facade for a looser to have to hide the failures of the past!”

“I have been into more money than you can ask for! I have even bought that company you were speaking to me about last month! I have also developed assets in the US, which I shall apply to those businesses I have at home for the sake of developing the absolute power over the market that I can be going to need for future incomes. ...”

“You have, behind my back, created hidden assets!? You have, behind my back bought the company I had been aspiring to buy for several years!?”

She looked at him, somewhat solemnly. “Yes, I have!” she replied.

“Oh gosh!”

She smiled at him, still solemnly into seeing it openly in him to be her inferior, in the actual sense, but now also worried that he might condemn her attitude of sovereignty.

“I find there to be a problem with that you and I continue to do business, not to mentioned being married!” she said, after a short while, now sophisticatedly trying not to be solemn.

“I can't believe what I hear!”

Solemn again, she said: “You're not into the type of business I am. I just used you for a springboard for my further affairs, and will later on not mention you accept as my late husband,” she said and shot him.

Sisters of Sex Business

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The Witch Mother and her Good and Evil Twin Daughters

”Father, what are we all about now that we can seemingly blame it on the other one!?”

“Dear, we don't have to ask it! It seems she's just coming along as your trailer to be judged as an asshole for all time and eternity, and I - as well as your mother - can tend to forever blame your twin for the evils you or the rest of the family do!”

“Great papa! Then she and I should go to the park and there have everyone believe they're evil to the extent they don't repress that she's cunning at having the seeming morals that we don't wandu pertain to!”

“Yeah, great!” her dad answered. “Now your mama and I are gonna terrorize her a little more for each month that passes - and then we'll know for eternal time how to seem good although we're actually cunning and not at all the lazy fuckers that keep on pertaining to morals simply because they're not able to be cunning like the real people, like us!”

“I'm gonna tell my mama about all of this! Then she and you can pleasure yourselves incenstously against her! And the two of you will never have to worry again about your brighter child being hurt by it - since she, that meaning I, is not susceptible for blackmail - and thus not as fun to watch being tormented and then unable to tell about it!”

“Great!” her father said.

“Then let's all terrorize her by seeking all the neighbours sympathy be for ourselves instead of for asshole who tends to pretend moral is actually the best for lasting eternally well, in a smart attitude, that is.”

Scornfully the evil twin girl giggled about her good twin, and then said to her father just how he should get into it with the neighbours so that everyone but she (the good twin) would be free to enjoy their mistake about how to be sufficiently on-the-point scornful about the mischiefs they are subjected to by this family's arrogance about their confusion!

The good twin, meanwhile, was washing her hair, which had been subjected to heat by the vengeance from a neighbour who's tulips had been ruined by her twin. She was also in pain, because the heat had hurt her very bad, but the mother only giggled about her suffering and kept on scolding her for not being like her somewhat younger evil twin.

“It is not that I am not a twin for the sake of being a virtue for the evils of the family!” he younger twin had said, teasingly, about the fact that she was the younger but still more trusted one - because their parents were evil enough to want an evil twin to gain any advantage, and they also terrifically well knew about the the older one that she was the fool of the family.

Thereby, the whole family, which included several half-siblings, two maternal and four paternal, plus one full sibling who had actually moved out. These evil family members later would advocate for the story to be tempting for others to be into for the virtue of making evil eternal. It was due to their blackmail that the evil twin would seem good in advocate positions of spirituality, so that the evil deeds of her and most of her family could hardly at all be traced by anyone not well enough tempted by the notion of eternalizing evil their way!

But later, the two parents ran into a woman who headed an extremely evil family, who saw in their position of caring about even that surface of moral to be useful for her purposes, and who could find it amusing to do that at their cost. She was a business woman who accused almost anyone whom she got near enough in social life and so of being too awkward to be trusted, while she herself could gain from good as the virtue of evil in even more efficient ways. The family with the twins had it in them to have killed off the older (and good) twin for the better of the welfare of the family's pertinence to seeming better than she was, and then also winning by blackmail their eternal souls to the extent it was possible to win it that way, they thought. But the evil twin who was left could not avoid seeming good in this circumstance, and thus fell victim with her family of the business woman who thus sold their secrets soon enough to be able to seem the fairly trustworthy among the awkward and untrustworthy. Thereby the belief of the father, which had been that murder would be the ultimate plot for eternity was totally proven wrong.

The family, who exploited one of their daughters, actually had the attitude of witches, and so did the business woman who later exploited them; they all thereby considered themselves inclined for attitudes of revenge against good, but could not prove themselves without beating each other at it.

It was the women of their society who proclaimed evil be of eternal presence. but it was the males of their contexts who proclaimed eternity be worthwhile to consider fake if not pertaining to their immorality, which would be at least as smart at evil as the witches' once they managed to revenge that morality that stopped their love for eternal immorality and so also the witches'.

The younger and evil twin sister thereby saw a possibility of real revenge against good when her father spoke to her about his considerations about how evil could not be stopped once they managed to blame the older twin totally. The older twin had thus not the chance to say to everyone that she had been mistreated into being the nuisance they made her be, nor that it was her sister's mischief they had come up against time and again.

It was not until eternal time had passed that the older sister got her vindication and resurrection. Then, after the eternity of suffering for the spirit of that poor elder sister, she got her vindication from that her mother finally totally lost her soul. But it was not until then, because the witches of that world were able to resurrect their spirits smartly for the sake of keeping the black soul they said to themselves that it was going to last for eternity. Then, upon this, the worst of the other family members fell with her. This is a true story, only it happened in another world which was not like ours, but where witches are present and which is inadequate for our world to be presented as quite intuitive about - although we can sometimes actually have some notion about it anyway, such as the notion I have for writing this, which actually happens very soon after that witch mother's total soul loss. ... !

The Witches

”No! Indeed not at all any moral in that man!”

“How can you say this is an act?!”

Josephine writhed a little before attempting to answer. “Well, ... how can I put this. ... He's the kind of person who pretends to be of the mentality of the spiritual victims he has! I know he and his sisters all do it!”

David looked a little stunned. “The whole family, then, Josy?”

She looked seriously into his eyes. “No, I don't think it's the father, but hat mother might be the one to also be into it!”

“Gee!” David said with an air of being troubled.

“Exactly, David! So there they are, all four of them, it seems to me, able to be modern-time witches!”

David looked at her in amazement. “Do you mean those witches are for real, Josy”

“I mean they're for real and they are alive right now, ready to target yet another one of those innocent people that will probably die under more or less troubled and mysterious circumstances!”

“We have to, then, I guess, tell some people about it! But can we really get them to take this stuff seriously!? I mean witches, in modern times ... ”

She looked at him with a somewhat startled expression. “I don't know how you can say that to me! I can believe they see it in them, they like me, or at least as much as you! ... or I mean, let's not just say so. That is, if they don't already know about it, let's show them!”

“I guess we can do that!”

“Good! Let's start with that girl down the block! You know that redhead whom they seemingly have been pestering for about two months!”

“Yeah, let's! I can feel that this is turning out to be a worthwhile and interesting investigation, in the sense that we can perhaps learn something about the occult while we're at it!”

She smiled a little. “Yeah! I felt that already even yesterday!”

A few minutes later they knocked on the door of a red-haired girl named Cecilia Saedefdovic. She opened and listened to them. After a while she said: “There's an actual cunning in those four witches, it seems to me! They actually have had me feel desperate after seeming normal in the sense that they can probably register by their sixth sense! Thereby I will be trying to permit the two of you to examine the evidence I can have about it, but it's not an easy task to do so!”

She thereby let the two of them in and offered them some coffee.

“I will drink coffee later on in the afternoon,” Josephine answered. David looked at her and then at the girl they were investigating. “I, too,” he said, “can easily wait with the coffee, and I think it's better if we start talking immediately, if you don't mind.”

Cecilia shrugged. “Okay, I can go for that!” she replied.

“Good!” David said.

“Then let's start like this,” Josephine broke in, “I sure see it in you that they are harassing you by spirit! As an investigator of such mysterious crimes I feel it is they, the witches, who take advantage of the situation you have about that late husband of yours!”

“You mean that they killed him?” she asked.

“Yes! ... As I understand it he had a huge gambling debt, which they felt he should have to suffer from for not paying in time.”

“Yeah, that's correct.”

“Thereby, they have the pressure on you too - correct me if I'm wrong about this - to be trying to be into handling the situation as though you were in debt!”

“Yes, that is so!”

“And,” she continued, “the witches got to know about this when they found out that you were thorough about seeming to be very good and moral, right?”

“Yes, that's probably it! They did indeed try to harass me about it! That is all three of the children were trying to taunt me, and that old hag of a mother they have managed to ridicule the notion of that they should stop pestering me!”

“Good of you to tell me! Thereby he and I can continue this investigation, which I started by myself yesterday!”

David nodded. He seemed to feel that he was into something quite new, while his colleague seemed a bit sure about what she was into.

“The suspects are,” David said, “investigated by us for the reason of their tendency to always harass people around and in their neighbourhood. It is far from only you who have been pestered in something that seems similar to what you just told us about your situation!”

“I feel comfortable now that the two of you - and possibly even more people? - feel that it's worth it check them up and hopefully stop them!”

“Oh! Cecilia!” Josephine burst out. “Then perhaps you also could be taking part of it!”

Cecilia sighed. “Yeah, I think I can, because they aren't able to put that spell on me when you're around - at least not if it's both of you, it seems!”

The three of them thereby went to a fellow, named Jesse Adamson, whom Cecilia knew to also have the problem with those witches. At his apartment, they asked him to describe his situation with them. He said that he was unable to point out, somehow, usually, about them, that they really were harming him.

“As a matter of fact,” he said referring referring to the children, “the three of them are into seeing it in me to be able to cope for myself about being a sexual predator, wile actually being there themselves and troubling others with it! They - all four of them - seem innocent at first. Then, after a while one notices their awful insinuations that contain both sexual and other harassments, I think. But they seem to be harassing them from a distance, and somehow having it that I am that predator that the four of them are!”

Josephine looked at him with some sympathy. “You seem possible to view as immune to accusations in a way that could be their trick for having them believe they can't challenge you about it!”

Cecilia looked at the two of them. “Yes. I think I could have thought of you as a serial-killer, even, had I not known you for a very long time.”

Jesse took his time before replying. “It's all about the tendency they have to be into moral as though it was about seeming potentially into it, while I feel that one should say to oneself that one should be into moral a the natural starting point, which thereby should be supposedly there whether or not one thinks about it.”

“I cannot assume that it's me that it's all about!” Cecilia said thoughtfully. “Because for me it's the venom of seeming innocent that supports their evil attitudes about me, and somehow fixes it for them to have a view on me as the sort of person who should be harassed forever ... somehow!”

David looked at the three others and said: “It seems to me that it's about time we start to investigate how they manage to get their telepathy working even though they are clearly into Satan and not God!”

Jess took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he said. “We should all try to telepathise back, right?”

David looked at him and answered: “I can say we shouldn't take the risk of arrogantly getting into their telepathy! Even so, I propose we should be ready to take that kind of battle with them at a later stage!”

Jess sighed and said that he felt like doing it now, but that since David thought it unwise, he realized that it was not true that his emotions were wise.

Soon after, Josephine immediately her eyes and began telepathising, it seemed. A few moments later David did the same, but only for a few seconds. Though his colleague was still at it, he whispered: “It's us that it should seemingly be who can telepathise with no reason to seem guilty of any mishaps anywhere. Thereby, one shouldn't reach the specific target too fast!” he said.

With that he managed to get the other two to be careful about it. Cecilia then closed her eyes and felt for a while. Soon after Jesse did so too. Upon this, David went back to doing it again.

After half an hour, Josephine said, with her eyes still closed: “I have a notion of what they are about now! If you feel like it, you can follow me in telepathy to their home and invade their thoughts enough to stop them, hopefully, from being too successfully evil to be manageable for us good people!”

Also without opening his eyes, her colleague David whispered back: “Alright! Let's do it!”

The two others managed to follow them. When all four of them were there, they managed also to feel their way to their spirits and to turn them forever against themselves. This they had initially intended to do with both Jess and Cecilia, but weren't quite smart enough to!

Thus, with this seance, the whole story of the evil people of seeming innocent while also bewitching was over apart from that there was also a potential reprisal in that anyone they might be related to, and (only possibly) some acquaintances that were not relatives. This they managed to turn around to that they should chase those people better than vice versa, which seemed to start a battle between them and relatives of the four initial witches that lasted for two hours. Upon this, a shift in the air was apparent, and the witches seemed to be doomed to eternal punishments, finally!

It is the Sex of Perilous Sophistication ...

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The Look-Alikes

Chapter One

“It's hardly working to look at them as my enemies!” she proclaimed.

“Why not!?” her mother pursued.

“Because, if they don't argue with me, then I can't have them seem below taking me for granted as their friend!”

“I see!” Her mother now looked a bit amused.

“This is not funny mother! Moreover, ma, they're not even only my enemies! They might have not only me, but our whole our farming industry seem corrupt, even, I think, by seeming to be into me and what I'm about in our business! It is they who try to steal from my assets - that is at least my assets in the abstract sense, mama!”

“How can you say that? They're trying to steal your name that's what it's about! Your real assets are still stuff that they can't be touching, at least if they're of the immaterial sort!”

“I can't believe they seem to be too similar to me, to let me get away from them at both! I can't see how people can react to me as though I was that mediocre at representing our business and stuff, if it's not one, at least, of them has been faking something about what they should expect!”

“I can see that you're into that he - or even if that is she - is sort of into trying to pretend that she, your female look-alike, is the one that seems peculiarly into business of our kind! But I can't see how in the world they could in that case be pretending that you're lousier than she at showing what we're all about!”

“That's why I feel so upset about them! It's horrible that they can somehow point to me as though I weren't a girl who could be representative of our vegetables!”

“Thereby I shall now view you as the mediocre member of our family, who doesn't pertain to seeming good enough to be a representative! You know, it's not I who ever had such look-alike problems!”

A little bit chocked Stephanie said: “I will then have it they're not too dumb after all, mama! Cause I was a promising girl for our business!”

“I can't help you with any of this, Steph! I couldn't help you even if they were people that I knew more about than that one of them were in your elementary school and the other one on an opposing high school's badminton team.”

“How, then can you be pretending that I'm not into any trouble because of them!? I mean there's much to be lost and I've already begun loosing because of the two of them!”

“I can't see that you're trying to ignore them the natural way! If you did, then they would certainly quit soon enough!”

“Bull shit!”

“I don't want to hear you talk that way again! No go up to your room and study! When you come back, I hope you have thought things over and never again mention those two look-alikes!”
 

Chapter Two

In school the next day, Stephanie saw her male look-alike seeming to be her, or, that is, the way she could be expected to look nowadays if she hadn't stopped wearing pants. “I feel that they seem to be torturing me because of my asshole look-alikes, and they know it!” she thought about her fellow pupils.

Entering her math class room, she felt a scorn coming her way from a few of the other students there. There could be a clue, perhaps, she figured, about who to be taking to, were it not for these awful scorns that seemed to stick to her by telepathy! “I feel,” she thought, “that I don't have any friends anymore, after they began cooperating, those two!”

Sitting down, she tried to recall what her father once said about them. It was something like “There's no clue, then, to whatever they're about as long as they express themselves as being the same as the look-alike they found in you!” In thinking about this, she found an essence of what they were doing, which was not too smart to say they were into some obscure point that was of gain for the others or so - “and try, thereby to have it the point is not made unless they ridicule me, who somehow should be seen as the misfit who rendered those points to ... something ... something they all hate me for doing, I guess!” she thought for herself.

While she was pondering upon this, the teacher had entered the class room. She didn't seem to be in any good mood. After a while she knocked a few times on the table in front of her and said rather loudly: “I will see to it that all of you study better! It's not to be said that any of you will seem to be smart enough for a good college unless you really start listening to me and studying more at home!”

There was a murmur among the students for a few seconds, after which the teacher said: “I will test you every Friday from now on! And to the extent you can't tend to follow class well enough to pass each test, the grade you have will be lowered!”

A boy raised his hand and she told him to speak his mind. He proclaimed: “I can't be here every Friday! I have art class then!”

“I will then see to it that another time be arranged for you!

“I will also see to it that the others don't speak to you during the time between then and their testing time!”

“Okay!” the boy answered.

Stephanie tried to figure out how difficult the tests were going to be, but couldn't tell. And when the teacher began her lesson she worked on trying to figure it out for each and every statement she made. She also tried very hard to learn what she said.
  

Chapter Three

“I can't figure out why they're cunning about me!” Stephanie said to a fellow pupil, who she thought was perhaps still her friend.

But she looked at her as though the seeming friend she had been suddenly disappeared. “It's not true that they are at all cunning about it! Instead, they're trying to find out if they are able to see the way they seem to you to be alike but somehow different!” she answered.

“I can't see how come, then, they think that I should be portrayed as though I wasn't into my parents' vegetable business!”

Her would-be friend seemed dismayed. “I don't have any clue about why you imagine that about them!”

“I can say that they already have had my parents feel that I cannot run the business after they die!”

“I imagine you actually blame him and that girl from that other school for it?!”

“I don't go for the fakes that they are into! They are pretending that I want to pretend to be a business woman already! It is totally fake of the two of them!”

“I can't believe they're trying to pretend that!” her would-be friend said and left her.
  

Chapter Four

On Friday Stephanie sat in the math class room and took the test. She felt reassured that she could manage these tests, if only they stayed this simple. Even so she very thoroughly saw to it that every question was answered the way it probably should be according to her teacher. After class she went to straight the room were they had English lessons, and waited there. She sat in the back of this classroom, while the math teacher had had her up front. But she wasn't trying to be into saying to herself that there was going to be any rumours about her as long as she didn't change her seat in either place - just like in most of her classes.

The English lesson went well enough for her not to feel that someone could start ridiculing her for not following well enough. Thereby she only had one more challenge of that kind before weekend, and if that went well too, she would go home and study and see to it that no one could find faults with her about studies, at least.

While going to the class room for social studies, she tried to figure out what the other pupils might think she was trying to be. It was not trying to be smart at anything they had yet seemed to be thinking. It was somehow still that she somehow seemed to them to be stuck up in the ridiculous way that seemed to tell everyone that she was to be despised as if cunning in a fairly absurd way.

Seated in the classroom, she overheard some fellow students speak about her: “I wonder when she'll find out that he's just trying to be smart enough to be of the same attitude as the business woman he imagines her to be!” Another one answered: “And I too wonder about her. I wonder why she sets the stage as if there was no losers out there, trying simply to be somewhat better than they are in reality!” A third one said: “I can see it in her to be the attempt they both, actually, can have for seeming actual about caring for business, and thereby she wouldn't be too stuck up if she just accepted them!”

She solemnly took this as the sign that it was, probably, that they were trying to figure out a way to treat her as though they were so humble by her comparison. “I can't figure them to be my friends anymore,” she repeated for herself. It was not solemn to be into hypocrisy about this, she figured, but then again “What the fuck, they're not going to be smart enough to be able to figure out what I'm into if I just keep on going without a sign about what I want apart form what I obviously aught to do!”

Thereby she felt reassured that she could keep on trying to be okay, at least, in school, without that being too much of a lead for them and her two look-alikes.
  

Chapter Five

“I can't see why they are weird enough to stop having it they want to be like me now. Is it, perhaps, because I didn't fail to seem normal and smart during a few weeks?”

Her father looked at her. “There's no way to see it in them to be tying to be pretending to be you again then, is there?!”

She sighed quite deeply. “I think they're simply trying to hide that they're into it still! I think they still are pretending to be like me! And come to think of it, I guess they're just working on trying to be good in class, which perhaps both of them were very lousy at - or at least he was, dad.”

“I propose, then, Steph, that you and he have a talk about this look-alike nonsense! Because if he's still into it, as you say, then it's about time he realized that he has to live a life of his own! From now on, even, I hope!”

“I will not try to talk to him unless he promises to be smart at presenting his reasons for pretending to be me in the first place!”

“Okay, I'll tell his parents that, I guess!”

A few weeks later the two of them did talk. He then said that attempts to be like her had been about trying to be into business like everybody else in this area, and that his parents had been outcasts because they weren't. It was not easy to get him to say much about why he thought pretending to be her would lead him to be smart at actually being like her, nor why that so certainly would help him exactly about being into business thinking.

She thereby asked: “I wonder how come they seem to be into that you take it that you're learning something from me?!”

“I feel I don't find that to be impossible! I have learned somehow to be in garden and think about business as what should spring from the plants and vegetables there!”

“Why don't you try to do that without pretending that I am the one you are when you do it?!”

“Because it's not worth it to say they accept me as such as easily as you! That's why!”

“Then why - ... Or actually, who do you mean by 'they'?!”

“I mean whoever might be seeming to care about whether or not I do such business!”

“Okay, then why do they seem to be into trying to care about who is doing that?!”

“Because they seem into that one should have the reputation of already being one who does it!”

“I can't see that they should all be trying to pretend that I had any reputation of already being into my parents' business!”

“I can't say anything but that I have had benefits from trying to be you when I do it!”

“Then how come they seem to be into themselves as smart enough to do business even without pretending to be someone else!?”

“I can't say they don't have their families in that!”

“I can't really believe that!”

“Why not?!”

“Because they don't seem intuitive about when business is to be reckoned with, and even less do you!”

“I do not see the reason for you to say that!”

“I can't see in you, nor should you see in me, anything of being into business as of yet!”

“I don't agree!”

“Then stop pretending I am at all into as much of thinking that I'm into business as you are yourself!”

“I can't stop telling myself that there isn't any reason to be into business the way those who have a heritage for it are!”

“Then why do they seem to pretend that I am lousier at it since you started doing it?!”

“Because there's not any attempt in you to try to be the one to be sure about what business really is about for the sake of being the one I imitate!”

“I wonder how come they in that case find themselves to be of potential for judging over this stuff!?”

“I can't feel they're into being judgemental! It's about that they're trying to be into business too, but not attempting to say to themselves that they are supreme at it!”

“ I thereby feel you should imitate one of them instead of me!”

“No, I can't!”

“Why is that?!”

“Because I feel there's no look-alike in anyone of them!”

“How about that girl who also is our look-alike?! You know the one who seemed to aspiring for some other school's badminton team, though failing to be much more than a spectator.”

“I guess she is as little of a business person as me!” he proclaimed.

“I propose they then try to be as smart as we, my family, at seeing it in her, and you, to be something of a person suitable for the challenges of business! Because I and my family have since the two of you started doing it, quarreled about how to look at me as suitable. They are at least as smart as my parents and me at it, I say!”

“I feel that they and you don't feel that you nor they are ever to be viewed as possible failures! I thereby feel that both she and I have the point to make that is there in that you don't realize the mistake of not seeing it as a possibility that you could go wrong!”

“I will not see it in you to be able to try to be me again!” With that she sued him.

It did not turn out well for him. But the girl who pretended to be her thereby pretended she had done so because the stuck-up family she had was not into any humility at all. She thereby sued her as well - and manage to get at her to with it.

However, there was sort of a reprisal against her even so, she thought, in that the scorn for having been 'imitated' by him made her seem silly in a way that people her really stood for was a sign that she could not be an ordinary person. This was more true about the male, first and from-the same district 'imitator' of her. But almost the same held true for the girl 'imitator'. However, she had apparently studied the two of them. Because she managed to portray herself thoroughly as an unsuitable victim of similar stuff. Sort of very startlingly she somehow did so in a way that ridiculed both her two look-alikes, and also portrayed them as just about the same. This scared Stephanie, but didn't quite get her to give up her authority over her future. ...