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Plays and Monologues

by Pia Wilson

Yadra is straightening the towels and lotions and perfumes on her counter. She sets the tall white flowers in a vase to the side. She sprays a deodorizer into the air, coughs, and waves it away. Then she sits in her chair and takes out a high-class fashion magazine. She reads an article and starts to shake her head and tsk tsk the people. She checks her watch. [keep reading…]

Originally posted 2008-07-26 15:57:53.

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