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The Playwright Dan O’Brien, 2007
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The House in Hydesville
MAGGIE
It upsets people. They cry. They seem overjoyed by it, somehow. Even though sometimes we
say such upsetting things . . .
And—the less I think about what Spirit will say to me, the more I listen and let the
words come to me, as if through me . . . the more people seem to believe that all I say is true.
And—I’m faking it always, like you said. But sometimes I forget, and I know what I
don’t know. —I say what I can’t possibly be thinking.
The truth is it feels good sometimes: it doesn’t feel like me.
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