EXTRACT: I remember her beautiful, black, silken hair. It shone day and night. Even in the moonlight there was a magical sheen. It had the smell of green apples fresh off the tree on a bright golden day. Granny Smiths. I remember one time, we were on holiday in Venice. She was sitting on a footbridge over the canal. The azure sky framed her Venusian form as if she, too, was a part of the sublime architecture of that great city. The breeze brought a gentle flush to her alabaster skin.
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EXTRACT: This does not leave the room, but... this play sucks and we have to do whatever it takes to save it. Gordon still thinks we make theatre the way they did in the seventies, Pen - well, let’s face it, nobody is coming to see her acting skills - and Donna! Donna was a write off from the first day with her valium and vodka! I know. I didn’t report it because the show must go on and all that jazz. All is not lost though.