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The taste of spoiled milk filled Elizabeth's mouth as she sipped her early morning tea on her breakfast table. "Gross," she said as she took her teacup to the kitchen sink. Elizabeth spit her tea out into the sink. "That's ghastly. Tainted milk." Suddenly, the sounds of a hammering knock at Elizabeth's apartment door rang out throughout her home. A melody of Beethoven's Fifth played out effortlessly. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly annoyed. "Who's there and what the hell do you want at 7am. My God, don't you have any respect for human kind?" shouted Elizabeth. She stormed to the front door of her apartment and whisked open the door pissed off. "Who the hell is it?" Slightly embarassed, Elizabeth sighed to only find it was Alan.

There stood Alan, approxmiately six feet tall and dressed in one of the finest pin striped designer suits. The smell of cologne filled the entrance of the apartment door. There was Alan with a sarcastic smile on his face and one hand behind his back.
"Oh, Alan...its only you. Why didn't you say so? It would have been easier if you just knocked once."
"Its early. You should be up and ready to work. I thought I would stop by to remind you." said Alan.
"You came by to remind me that I have to get up to work? What are you my father?"
"I suppose. Apparently I need to remind you to get dressed as well." Alan chuckled.
"Well now that you have arrived to wake the living dead, what do you have there behind your back?" Elizabeth smirked. "Well go on, what the hell is it? You're going to make me stand here all morning in my jammies and discuss about how I need to get up to work? Don't tell me its flowers."
"Flowers?" Alan pulled his hand from behind. Elizabeth had a look of excitement scattered across her face. Elizabeth watched as Alan's hands slipped out from behind his back. Her face suddenly dropped into disappointment. Alan held an oversized textbook filled with notepaper in his hands. Elizabeth bit her lip and frowned.
"Of course, it isn't flowers. Its better than candy, its Shakespeare." Abruptly, Elizabeth turned around and paced into her apartment.
"I am coming inside if that is alright with you. A little Shakespeare with tea at 7am is going to make your day." Alan entered Elizabeth's apartment. Her back faced Alan as she sighed in disbelief and responded "Thy heart is feeling a bit pissed off at thou lack of intelligence at 7am."
"Its not your fault. I completely understand that you're not a theater
connoisseur." Alan plopped in one of Elizabeth's living room chairs and opened the Shakespeare textbook.
"Its not my fault that I should be a wine connoissuer and perhaps an alcoholic at this rate."
"Would you stop bickering like some ole' Grandmother? For heaven's sake you're thirty years old and you're acting like my Grandmother when she was 91." said Alan.
"You come over my house. You invade my apartment. What am I supposed to think? You want to chant and lecture me Shakespeare at 7am? How am I supposed to react. For God sakes, I'm still in my jammies and ready to go read the next chapter of Harry Potter Part six!"
"Well, you know I don't want to talk about that anymore." Alan mumbled
"You don't want to talk about what?"
"Potter. He leaves a bad taste in my mouth. After all, everywhere I go I have thousands of little people in line for my photograph and signature. They want me to be Severus Snape. Just the other day, I had a young school girl approach me. She must of just turned eighteen years of age. She asked me for my phone number and then asked if I would be willing to go to a nightclub dressed as Severus Snape. Followed by a nice dinner and wine, she asked if I would deliberately chain her to a couch and ravage her body like she was on fire. How do you think I feel with that? I'm sixty two years old and feeling pretty unsure about what is happening here with all these women and little girls who want to do naughty and appauling things with me."
"I'm sure you're enjoying it. After all, you're an actor playing a role or are you? Maybe you really are just like Severus Snape but a little twisted deep inside your real mind."

(to be continued.....)
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BlunderguffCher · Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:23 pm Post subject:

And then Elizabeth puked everywhere and ran to the bathroom, leaving poor Alan on her couch all by himself....
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journalista · Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 12:06 am Post subject:

Awww, jeez!!! So sorry you're sick (read about it in another thread)! That sux!! I hope you feel better soon!
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BlunderguffCher · Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:40 am Post subject:

Thanks so much for your kind words. There is something going around. Everyone I know has been sick with some kind of bug in the last two months. who knows, maybe i'll have to stick home tomorrow and now i hear we're supposed to have some kind of snow storm making travel difficult.
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