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“They don’t want any more singers.” The person, dimly lit by the stage, clicked their headset and lowered their computer. The low chattering through the wings died. “Those of you in section 3 are dismissed.” “What?” came a voice from somewhere in the back. A short man was hobbling his way to the front with wide steps. “They can’t do that!” “I assure you, They can.” The person - I had never known their name, but I had started to refer to them as the stage manager - almost sighed. It wasn’t out of empathy, I knew. The man stopped just in...
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this… thing. It didn’t start off as much. When I was about three I had this dream about a dog and saw the same one the next day; normal kid stuff you can write off, y’know? Then it started to get a little weirder, like knowing my sister was going to fall off the slide at the park or knowing what my cousins had gotten me for my birthday before they had even come to my party. By the time I told my parents I knew they were going to separate before they had even decided, they all knew something was up. ...
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