Yesterday the mailman delivered a big box of brand new books to my door . The books were from Camelot Books(highly recommendable bookstore ) , so everything was nicely wrapped in paper , bubblewrap , flamingo bits and pices(ohh how i hate them damn white thingies ! ) and a sturdy cardboard box .
Answer the following question: What type of item was the narrator happy to get in the mail ?

They were thrilled to receive books .

Or bother to , for that matter . Or so I tried to tell myself as I grew more and more uncomfortable with the cooing and clamoring . Did these girls attach themselves to any masculine image , or did they really think I was a boy all this time?I tried not to think about the sour taste in my mouth at that thought .-- In this instance , my tomboyish attitude saved me . He kissed me ! Idiot germs ! In my mouth!But that was about the only time it did .
Answer the following question: Why is the narrator confused by the girl 's action ?

They think she is a boy .

I imagined sitting and smoking the shisha again , which so perfectly slows down the flow of time . Talking in our unpolished english about religion and politics and women and our biographies . Judging from the dark void punctuated by these few signs , we could be headed everywhere , Chiapas maybe , or Athens , or Sassari .
Answer the following question: What about shisha causes it to slow down the perception of time ?

The shisha coupled with good conversation seems to prolong the flow of events

The valley is really nice . Huge river running through the middle , called the Mosel river , and quaint little towns on either side , which are really easy to get to as there is a bridge every 2 or 3k 's . We had a great afternoon to make up for a pity poor transit day yesterday . Stopped off at the local food market for essentials including good old German sausages .
Answer the following question: What made their afternoon so great ?
None of the above choices .