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Spouting bollocks - A Most Illuminating Tale
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 11.12 pm, Wednesday 10th September, 2003
Subject: Spouting bollocks
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Music:Daniel Bedingfield - I Can't Read You
It's been a surprisingly long day. Didn't do anything last night. Overslept again this morning. Rehearsed and rehearsed. Did some good work. Then the first run, then the Amir run. Then I crashed again. Suddenly dropped. The only way I can describe it is an emotional freefall. I practically ran from the room almost in tears. Five minutes later and I could cope. The runs themselves were fine, nothing special, and our piece came in the shortest at 3'25". Then I've done nothing this evening. Jah Bollocks.

Just because Emma was talking about speeches that evoke emotions, I thought I'd include speech that changed my life:

LINA. Oh, look - an hour from now I'll cook us a simply wretched breakfast, and we'll sit together and plan what to tell Theo when he gets back, and wallow in remorse, and plot every second of the next two hundred years but this minute: turn around. Just draw something. Make a home. (He turns around, picks up a pencil, finds a fresh sheet of paper. He makes a first mark.)

It doesn't look much on the page. But it means a lot to me.

Please ignore
I don't care. I know that when tomorrow comes you'll be his again. There never will be an us. As much as I want it, as much as you may want it, it isn't going to happen. Maybe if we'd met a little sooner, if I wasn't such a piece of shit. The thing is, I know I can't keep you. I know that when the sun comes up you'll go back to him and this will never be mentioned again. so til then I want to pretend. Give me that. Just hold me and let me believe you love me because that's all I can hang on to now. I don't care if you don't. Just let me pretend. Please. I love you. I always will.
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User: i_digress_uk
Date: 5.16 pm, Wednesday 10th September, 2003 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
You bastard, you made me cry.

Okay, still love you but...don't do that!

Talk soon?
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User: (Anonymous)
Date: 3.48 pm, Monday 15th September, 2003 (UTC)
Subject: ...

"Prima o poi l'amore arriva".
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