When I work on a play or a novel, I feel like one of those awful party guests who just goes on and on about the most mundane and random of topics. "Oh you'll never guess what happened to me when I went to the store. I found the best pair of shoes and then when I went to pay for them, I found a stick of gum in my wallet, and it made me think of the day I met Brad Pitt's stunt double... blah, blah, blah." Now I know why I need to revise. Back to it.
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