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Narrowing

Mark Powell

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Mark Powell

Extermination

Tiphanie Yanique

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Tiphanie Yanique

Muertos

Gabriela Denise Frank

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Gabriela Denise Frank

Two Monologues from Winesburg, Indiana, a small town between Fort Wayne and South Bend and not that far from Warsaw

Michael Martone

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Michael Martone

Two More Monologues from Winesburg, Indiana, a small town between Fort Wayne and South Bend and not that far from Warsaw

Michael Martone

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Michael Martone

The Good Shepherd

Michael Nye

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Michael Nye