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To: Rambi who wrote (40498)	10/27/1999 7:48:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

My parents made The MISTAKE of taking me to Cleopatra, when I was probably six or seven. Jesus, I was BORED. And I even liked the Movie!! The only thing that kept my interest was the costumes, the architecture, the cleavage, and the armies. I had to get seven or eight boxes of super crunchy noisy things like lemon drops and peanut brittle. My parents were pretty much furious, but I was about to stand up and orate to the full theatre on getting a life. "PEONS! HOW can you listen to this CRAP! Get your baseball mits and meet me in the park!" Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. Fight. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. Kiss. Jeez! Of course, I'd like to rent it now, and have lost my true adoration for cleavage, can't abide Liz, and even red and enjoyed GB Shaw's play. But I still remember all the faces, flickering, in a coma, for three weeks, in the theatre. And my first candy sating.