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A One Act Play
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A Monologue
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It was such a normal day.August, it was, hot and humid like most days in the summer were. Otto came to visit me on the West side, like he did all the ..
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I shuffled into the back of the small church. I'm alone, as always. Little children sit on their mother's laps, distracted by small toys. I can't help..
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Her books were all in order, her perfume and lotion were placed neatly in separate pouches, her tampons and other secretive things were stored away in..
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When I was a little girl, I used to love sleepovers. The best part of it was when all us girls would squeeze into one bed and curl up together. I forg..
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At the beginning of the week, I really didn't expect myself to be standing on the ledge of a building, clutching the flagstaff on Friday afternoon.I d..
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Tonight I did the riskiest, most regrettable thing I've ever done.Chaz's head rests on my chest. His warm breath comes in short, tired spurts. As I li..
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A One Act Play
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"I don't like your country."This is the first thing Sina Apulu said to me. I had asked her how she thought of America, since she was now my FOSI (Frie..
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