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Ernest, my name is Ernest

Michael is seen in his car, he turns the music up. He speeds out of the parking lot. He has wasted his life and doesn’t know what to do next. What is he if he can’t even talk to a girl. “She’s just a girl, I’m a boy…man, I’m a man.” He quickly turns the car around.

He pulls back into the parking lot.

“Today is th day everything changes.” he whispers to himself.

He marches into the Copy Shop.

Elisabeth smiles as he walks in. He walks right up to he counter.

“Hi”

“Hi, I’m sorry about before. I’m kind of a dork.”

“Oh no problem.”

“There’s more, I wanted to ask you out on a date. I was very nervous and my mouth couldn’t produce the words to make me cool enough to have a chance with you. What I wanted to say was you seem very nice, your smile is the very best, and I like the way you style your hair.”

“That’s sweet, I’ll go date with you.”

“You will? That’s great!”

“I hate to say this but I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Ernest.”

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