How could such gut-wrenching stories have resulted in such a magical performance?
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Sometimes the writers go home and work on their stories. Well, they don’t exactly go home, because many in the group are homeless.
At dress rehearsal with its stomach-turning surprises, like having to dance onto stage, I asked myself What was I thinking when I agreed to this? At first it sounded like fun to be one of nine storytellers in a Valentine’s Day show, “Sucker for Love.” But I had not signed up …