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Reading Greek literature is either some corny shit or some poetic bullcrap that came out of nowhere and then continue like nothing happened. Like there is this story, this guy named Aggelos is a young boy during the time world war one was still happening, he was poor and orphan, he had one set of clothes (and mentioned that a lot) and he had this friend Sirginos, he had everything he wanted, money, looks, loving family, Aggelos was always jealous of him, deep rooted envy. He would wish for his friend to suffer, to lose for once in his life, for his father to die so he can feel the same pain Aggelos did. So Aggelos did something VERY deranged, he knew the time and the path he took to home, he also knew his friend was always on time, at 8pm he would go down the stairs and to his house, so Aggelos broke one of the steps of the staircase that was near his house and since it was dark Sirginos wouldn't see it and die (i didn't really understand how he would die from that) so Sirginos at exactly the same time as yesterday was going down the stairs, Aggelos was watching him, waiting for him to die, but he couldn't do it. So he called out his friend mere moments away from falling and told him that the step had broken, Sirginos thanked him for practically saving him and they fixed it together (while being hand in hand which Sirginos commented that Aggelo's hands were cold, and the guy started monologing about his one set of clothes, blah, blah). Aggelos then reflects on how Sirginos won once again and he lost to him, how Sirginos always got his way. Then the next day they prooced to hang out like nothing happened cuz why not? Also even my homophobic mom said they seem gay.