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Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 23:04:09 GMT 1
Dear Mr. Brown,
You are a total queen.
Yours Faithfully,
Art Brigstoke
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Post by cypress on Oct 2, 2008 23:05:31 GMT 1
Art,
What the crap? Where'd that come from?
You're not exactly manly yourself, you pansy.
Cy.
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Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 23:07:44 GMT 1
Cy,
Pfft, you call yourself an actor?
You, sir, are a disgrace to the profession.
Fruitcake.
Art.
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Post by cypress on Oct 2, 2008 23:14:30 GMT 1
Art,
At least I remember my lines. God, I'm glad I don't have to copy notes from you. Your handwriting is terrible.
And seriously, the hell? At this hour?
Queer boy.
Cy.
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Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 23:20:05 GMT 1
Cy,
He jests at scars that never felt a wound But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it. I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
Stud Muffin.
Art
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Post by cypress on Oct 2, 2008 23:26:52 GMT 1
Art,
Awww, I didn't know you cared that much.
And syllogism: One, he has never known anything like it. Two: he has never known anything to write home about. Three, it's nothing to write home about...
Diddums.
Cy.
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Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 23:31:23 GMT 1
Cy,
I do care.
Marry me.
Art
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Post by cypress on Oct 2, 2008 23:32:12 GMT 1
Art,
If you do the arrangements, I'll turn up.
Cy.
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Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 23:33:02 GMT 1
Cy,
Wear a dress.
Art
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Post by cypress on Oct 2, 2008 23:34:02 GMT 1
Art,
Well, I do look good in stockings... Do I get to have a garter?
Don't mind the red splot, it's just the damn owl you picked has bitten me. How come you always pick the violent ones?
Cy.
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