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“This was fucking brilliant,” said William Shakespeare. “We had everything we could ever need. We had a table, two chairs, a fridge, a telly. It was absolutely fucking brilliant.”

“It was just a motel room,” said Sophie Ellis-Bextor.

“Don’t ruin it,” said Shakespeare. “This was special.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him. Ellis-Bextor rolled her eyes and came and sat next to him.

“Seriously,” he said. “It meant a lot to me. Sometimes I forget what you mean to me.”

“Oh?” said Ellis-Bextor, somewhat accusingly.

“No, not forget,” said Shakespeare. “Forget’s the wrong word. It’s more like some of my emotions slip into the background.”

He put his arm around Ellis-Bextor’s shoulders and continued. “They’ve not gone anywhere; they’ve just receded. They’re ready to be called upon at a moment’s notice and I guess that’s the point I’m trying to make. Sometimes it’s important to find time to bring those emotions to the fore and maybe that’s what happened here.”

“Oh William,” said Sophie Ellis-Bextor.

“I’ll always remember this,” said Shakespeare. “And I hope you will too.”

Ellis-Bextor grabbed Shakespeare’s hand and gently squeezed it. Shakespeare looked in her moistening eyes and held her gaze. “If I take off my codpiece, will you reach through the opening in my hose?” he asked.


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Posted by Alex On June - 20 - 2012

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