Playwright sits on a thrown of manuscripts. Someone enters.
Someone. That’ll never hold.
Playwright. Why not?
Someone. There just beginnings.
Playwright. Come again.
Someone. You have started so many.
Playwright. I know.
Someone. So many great beginnings.
Playwright. I know.
Someone. So many that could be amazing stories.
Playwright. I know.
Someone. Why don’t you finish any of them?
(Beat)
Someone decides to leave.
Playwright. I know.
END
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