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[psghayleaux]

corpse. There's going to be one of those in the play I'm in, or at lest thats what the directer said before she realized what she said. Right now there is no corpse. Just a spot that everyone pretends is a corpse. The play is very dumb, its called "Of Widows and Vegetables" I'm a tap dancing widow. I have no will of my own, an evil guy married me and then druged me to get my money. (Not good drugs either, I just stand around and look stupid) Me and the other druged widow have decided to become drunk widows and see how long it takes for the directer to notice. Maybe I shouldn't do that I need to pass play production in order to graduat, and I want out of the stupid high school as soon asd possible.