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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Because James McClure Wrote the Words For Me

Well, I love Roy, Hattie, and he needs me right now. He doesn't know it. But he does. And I'm going to be here.
Posted by Jill at 5:46 AM
Labels: Laundry and Bourbon, life, love, relationships, theatre

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I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
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